Tuesday, May 10, 2011

R.I.P.


A friend of mine died last night.
He had cancer.
He had one of the less deadly ones: prostate cancer. That is if you catch it in time. Unfortunately he was on a wheelchair, he had been for more than 20 years because of an accident while he was serving in the Italian army. For that reason he couldn't feel anything from the waist down, and when he realized something was wrong it was too late.
He was such an inspiration: life has thrown him a number of curve balls, and he always somehow managed to come out of it with a smile. He was always positive, had manage to build a good life around him despite the handicap, adopted 2 kids because he couldn't have his own, and was an incredible parent.
Even with the cancer eating at him, he kept the good attitude that made him so special.

Mahalo