Putting The Fun In Funeral

That’s probably an inappropriate title for this entry. Oh well, it’s my blog and I’ll do what I want. Let me get to the point of this post before I go off on a tangent.

My daughter’s boyfriend’s sister’s husband died on Friday.

He had some kind of stomach cancer, that had gone untreated/diagnosed because he did not have insurance. He just figured that he had a long lasting upset stomach until April of this year when he finally went to see a doctor and was diagnosed.

I don’t know what stage cancer he had, I don’t know any details about what happened since his diagnosis. All I know, is that on Friday, he was talking to his wife and making plans for the Fourth of July weekend when he suddenly collapsed and died.

He and his wife were married just last year and they had a little baby together.

In a way, I considered him to be a fellow cancer fighter even though I’d never met him. I assumed that he knew of me thanks to the relationship I mentioned above, but I don’t know if he knew about me and my condition. I also assumed that he was getting treatments, but I don’t know that he was given his whole insurance situation.

The suddenness of his passing is what I think is affecting me the most. To just collapse, while talking about future plans, and then passing away it’s just shocking to me.

I don’t understand how someone can just die like that. It makes me wonder if that’s how I’m going to go, which reminds me of this terribly inappropriate joke.

I want to die peacefully, in my sleep like my Grandpa and not screaming in terror like the passengers in the car he was driving.

I’m not trying to make light of the situation, I just don’t know how to deal with the closeness of this cancer related death. I just feel like it’s getting closer to me and I don’t know what to do.


Rafael is an aviation geek, a consumer advocate, a dad, a multiple personality blogger, a photographer, politically opinionated, a videographer and many other things as well.

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