I just found out that one of my childhood friends grandfathers passed away last week from lung cancer. He was 78. Its hard to explain my relationship with him, but I spent a lot of time with him when I was little. I would be at his place so much to play with Lindsay or Michelle when I was at my grandma's in the summer time. I haven't seen him for years, and I'm kind of surprised at how emotional I am over this. I just about started to cry when I was on the phone with my mom and she told me. I think part of it is the fact that he was very much a grandfatherly figure for me when I was little, and it's bringing back all of the emotion I had when Papa passed away. And the fact that I know so many people who have died from cancer.
I am so thankful, though, that he didn't suffer. He didn't even know he had lung cancer, so he didn't have to go through chemo or radiation or anything. I am so very very thankful for that. And he had a good life.
RIP Pat.
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