Life is fragile . He was battling a disease of his own at the time, but he still made a long distance phone call to inquire of my father's cancer surgery. When he learned of the surgery's success, he wept. Of recent, Bobby had been valiantly fighting another form of the disease he conquered years ago. This time, it was too formidable of a foe.
Death is sure.
Too often, the phone rings with the news of a dear one's passing. I'm tired of it. But, nothing can be done about it. Grief is difficult. I thought of Lois, his widow.