It gave me pretty much the same sorrowful feeling I had a week ago when we closed the casket on a 75-year-old man who died of prostate cancer. He had originally been diagnosed in 2002 and his widow told me he had endured just about
every kind of treatment there is. As the casket was being closed and readied for the trip to the cemetery, several of his grandchildren, ten years old and under, were sobbing for their Grandpa. You can't help but feel their hurt. They were old enough to appreciate what had happened to their Grandpa. Sure, he was 75, but he'd suffered bone mets, had lost half a lung, and other complications, too. His wife seemed like a very brave woman, and he sounded like a very courageous man.