i talked to this guy today.  he was wearing o2, and he had that pale cancer look.  he's not been diagnosed with ca, but he's been short of breath.  when i asked if he gets more short of breath when he walks, he said he's not been doing anything except sitting in the house because he just can't do anything.  and maybe once the weather gets nicer he'll feel better.

that's exactly what dad said.  that he'd feel better once spring got here.  and that year, spring just wouldn't come.  it rained and was cold for so long.  spring just wouldn't come.  and the first nice week we had, was the week we buried dad.

i've often wondered if it was a cruel twist of fate, or it if was God saying, yes, you do feel better now.

i hope this guy today is ok.