My best friend’s husband has been battling brain cancer for a long time. He lost his battle in the early hours of the morning. He was only 47 years old. He fought the good fight, lived an upright and honorable life. He was a believer and a doer. He was a man of family and a man of God.
If you’re so inclined, say a prayer of peace for a stranger, for the family left behind.
Then turn around and live your life with gusto, enjoy every moment, laugh, be kind, realize that it’s not all about you and help others. That’s how he lived his life. He will be missed.