Not that there's much to say. I don't know much about him. The community raves about what a fantastic teacher he was. He always seemed very nice when I went to go see him. His family was fantastic. Every night I would deliver dinner and every night like clockwork I would cross paths with his dad who brought in a large basket filled with homemade goodies (to which I joked I came at the perfect time to crash their fantastic-looking dinner party). When he started rapidly going downhill, his entire support team came in droves.
He was 45 diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer (a non-smoker) in August of this year.
I know I didn't have to care; I'm just a worker in the hospital that served him dinner everyday. I see death all the time. I could keep walking around without acknowledging my patients or what's wrong with them or how it affects their families, but I do care... or else I wouldn't work where I am.
Godspeed, M.E. May the angels guide you and God comfort your family.