I don't see a cause of death listed in the obit I read, but he died from something. So who else died?
His name was Tom.
He was someone I've known for as long as I have remembered. A family friend (and a long standing one of my mother) who came to live with us in 2006 when moving to a new home 3 years after my father died. You can probably imagine that when somebody lives in the same household for 13 years, bonds become tighter, to the point that they can become family. But as of April the 7th of last year, he had a seizure and I so happen to be there to save his life. But upon recovering, doctors came to discover a tumor inside his brain which, unfortunately, did turn out to be cancer. Despite the removal, it came back. Doctors kept fighting for him. I kept saving him. And then, for a brief period of time, he was free from cancer. He then became my step-father...
But it didn't last. And as time went by, so did his abilities to function as a human being.
While I was at San Diego Comic Con this year, he found out that his illness was terminal. The best medical advancements exhausted. The conclusion that his cancer was unstoppable.
So...for the next 61 days...you get used to it or you try to because why the fuck you would want to revel in the depressing reality that was unraveling before this household? To seep yourself into the fact that you are witnessing a human being that was probably the ultimate handy man..the most reliant person to depend on in the world to be bodily reduced to something worst than what my great grandmother is living with...with all the pain he was going through as that wretched shit was eating away his brain..to the point where all he did was constantly breathe...and then simply not...
I still have the habit to quickly look at his bedroom when walking by it as if I'm still checking on him.
I don't know why I'm doing this. You see so many "sorry for your loss" messages on the internet yet...I don't know. I suppose, when it's your turn to receive those words, you don't want this person to be another "statistic" despite knowing that is understandable since caring so many lives will just having you end your own...maybe you get fearful that people out there won't actually
get the emotional ramifications despite being an all knowing part of the human experience. Maybe you just don't want this person to be just a blip of someone else's thought...
I don't know.