~Phillip James Bailey
This week I said good-bye to D. His mother was my close friend, and when she unexpectedly died in 2013, he was truly orphaned: no parents, siblings, cousins. Over several decades, his nemesis Alcohol robbed him of many opportunities: being a fire-fighter, piloting planes, spending time with people who loved him. Yet despite the battles with Al, he persevered.
Last summer, D’s longtime girlfriend and his dog died within weeks of each other. Two months later, he noticed a suspicious lump on his neck. D self-diagnosed terminal cancer, decided not get medical assistance, put most of his affairs in order, and settled in with Al to await his end.
Possessions left behind include photos and childhood artifacts D’s mother treasured that mean nothing to anyone else. My grieving heart is watching life’s winds erase D’s footprints, evidence of her legacy disappearing into dust.