Hmmm…

I sit there in the red Toyota C-RV. He’s pulling out of the driveway hesitantly and smiling with admiration and a simple joy of camaraderie. I gaze out the window watching him drive, which I always do. He’s 86, and though his driving doesn’t have a mark, he has his moments on the road that have me scratching my scalp. The exit is dignified and we set out to our spot the usual talk emits and we honor each other with a joyous hello and ‘how’s it going?’

Little did I know the news today would be something so unsettling, tears came without warning. He smiles something smuggish and says he has cancer. “Didn’t I tell you?”

No, John. You didn’t tell me. We continue on the road and head to Julian’s, a favorite. I peer out the windows again avoiding eye contact but continue the conversation and ask him what it is?

It’s colon cancer that’s spread to his liver, stomach, and kidneys. I gawk at him with a look saying how can you be alive, but i know the answer. He’s John, he’ll last forever

Least I hope so

C’est La Vie

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