I can share more candidly now that the friend that I lost due to a drunk driver, was also my oncologist. I could not say more earlier because he was still on life-support. He was 51 and left three children. I can remember conversations with him about mortality. . . my mortality. I was 64 and was asking him if I would make it to 65. He said, “Why not shoot for 70?” Never, in the most distant corners of my mind did I think he would be taken long before he turned 64. It is profoundly sad that he did absolutely nothing wrong and a careless drunk driver killed him.
Today is also my nephew’s funeral. I’ve had to bury two nephews this year, one on my side and this one on Denise’s. For the sake of confidentiality, I wish I could say more. But the family is in deep mourning, actually both Dr. Nestor’s and my nephew’s family. Pray for grace that they can get through this day and the days to come.