Cancer

 

 

So this guy goes in to buy a coffin right? No one thinks it’s for him. So he asks for prices, size, and details; even though he knows it won’t matter. He’s determined to make this his very last night on earth. I don’t think he can look back on his life.

 

Not so long ago, he did have a life. He had hopes for a future and plans, like most people. He wanted material possessions: a place to call home, somewhere to rest his read. He felt like a misunderstood idol among others. But he wasn’t here to be understood or trusted.

 

So what were his options? Should he make more arrangements than the ones already made? Should he buy flowers for his own funeral? What is it that he’s supposed to do now that he’s been sentenced?

 

Doctors gave him 6 to 8 months. He didn’t want to tell anyone. This guy was too proud to let others feel sorry for him. He had joy in his eyes, a love so pure and true. But what he didn’t have was time. We can’t go by the prerogative that things don’t change. So he shed his share of tears, and left. He had a significant amount of things he wanted to do before leaving for good. 

 

But the silly things of life do not change; and it was the routine that agitated him. Growing up he was a child starving for attention, like most of us. He got the bike, the car and the college tuition, all in that order, but in due time. He got some hugs, and some hell when he did things wrong. There wasn’t a hair out of place with our hero. He was perfect.

 

But he got sick. Cancer they said. He lost many relatives over it, so he was scared of the effects and implications of such disease. He had a good spirit, and a desire to get better. But he knew it was above him; out of reach.

 

Soon 6 to 8 turned into a year and a half. He fought it, he did the whole chemo and radiation and whatnot. But it wasn’t meant to be. So this guy went for his coffin. All the pretty words and eulogies don’t match the sorrow of knowing your faith. He went peacefully, alone on a hospital bed, 548 days after being diagnosed. A moment of silence for our hero, the one with high hopes and an amazing mind. A heart to cherish and remember for as long as we all shall live.