The Face Of Death

I guess it was inevitable when you think about it. There is no escape, it will get us all in the end. I'm talking about death, the final act in this play of life. A few days ago we found out that Barry was dying. Cancer in his bowls and stomach. Seeing that he is in his mid 80's something like this was bound to happen. Frankly he looked sick for quite some time and last week he just colapsed. The problem is Barry has the unfortunate mistrust of any modern technology, especialy medical. He refuses to see a doctor, and even when he fell sick he wouldn't go to the hospital until the pain got too much. It was only then that they found out what was wrong. The sad thing is, if he had gone to a doctor regularly, they could have caught it years ago, before if spread as bad as it is now. The doctors say there is nothing that they can do now except keep him comfortable until the end comes.

It's been tough, for all of us. We've known Barry for several years now, and have been, well, friends. I go over, run erands for him, hang out with him now and then. He really has no one her, his wife passed away a few years ago, and his son "John" lives in BC. He's comming in tonight and I have to go and pick him up, he deserves one last chance to see him, and time is running out, The doctors say he may not even make it through the night.

That is where the delema comes in. Death is such a horible thing. Yet when I look at Barry, death, well it is not so horible. He's lived a good life. He's run the race to the end and he's run it well. Besides he is in so much pain, death just may be a blessing.