Maybe I can help.
Ever since my initial cancer diagnosis I asked myself lot of questions.
Sadly all I ever got was numbing silence as a response. The real bitch of it all is none of us will ever know why or when. There is no sense or understanding we can grasp.
I live every day with the reality that my cancer can come back and I could die painfully. Your friend did not end his life, it had been ending.
A Catholic priest told us at my friend's closed casket services that he thinks when our job here is done we are called to go. Some of us are fast finishers. I believe we are all here to give more than we take. If you wonder how that could be, just look at the complete strangers here, giving.
Don't over think it. Take the gift of their memory and move forward.
Ever since my initial cancer diagnosis I asked myself lot of questions.
Sadly all I ever got was numbing silence as a response. The real bitch of it all is none of us will ever know why or when. There is no sense or understanding we can grasp.
I live every day with the reality that my cancer can come back and I could die painfully. Your friend did not end his life, it had been ending.
A Catholic priest told us at my friend's closed casket services that he thinks when our job here is done we are called to go. Some of us are fast finishers. I believe we are all here to give more than we take. If you wonder how that could be, just look at the complete strangers here, giving.
Don't over think it. Take the gift of their memory and move forward.





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