Another update on my long-time Friend.

He moved into Hospice yesterday, on the one year anniversary of his Wife's sudden death. He called me the day before and told me he was going there and didn't want any questions asked.

He is having trouble swallowing, and in turn isn't eating much. His Step-Daughter had a heart-to-heart with him about it because she noted a rapid decline over the prior week. She is involved in the Medical Field and familiar with the signs and she may have pulled some strings to line up Hospice in short order.

She told him that it was either go now and be in a good place, or take a chance and end up being in Emergency Care while on a wait list. Wisely, he set aside his normally obstinate thinking and chose the first option.

I am waiting to hear back from his Step-Daughter on what kind of timeline they are expecting as we want to book a flight to go see him before it's too late. His 69th Birthday is in early June and is not expected to live until then.

It's been a shitty few years for him, to say the least.

Some of it was a direct result of him willfully choosing to not deal with the realities of life surrounding him (Happy Wife, Happy Life and it's not worth the fight) and the Cancers took away his ability to work, not just for income, on his own passion projects in his dream shop. Most of that was either sold for less than what it was worth, given away or hauled to the dump.

During one dump run, I told him to go stand at the front of my truck and not look because I knew just how painful it would be to see so many parts that he had carefully scavenged from wreckers being tossed into the pit. I felt the pang of loss as I did it.

That was about the time he stopped Chemo. Looking back, it seems obvious he no longer felt had the will to keep going and just wanted to have a clear head on the way out.

I can only hope they keep him comfortable up to his last moments and I get to see him one last time.