He died March 14, in the early afternoon. I had been going to see him, but I was a week late. I'm glad I talked with him before he went.
I kind of knew it would happen - when cancer blows up that fast and big, it's pretty much over. He spent the last days reviewing his life, talking to people from the past.
Thankfully, his brother made it there the day before he died.
It really hasn't hit me yet. I think I have a huge callus over my heart. I can't take in any more grief right now. Full up.
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