A friend of mine passed on a couple of years ago from melanoma. He rang me the day he got his diagnosis and disclosed to me he had been given a month and a half to live yet he was feeling OK. He just barely made the a month and a half. He was cheerfully hitched to Carol and had been for thirty odd years. The day Mark called me to tell me he was terminal he was at his dad's home, hadn't told Carol yet. Just a short time previously, while he was with his dad his more seasoned sibling had called his dad to tell him that he had mind malignant growth and had two months to live. Imprint kidded that it was a race among them to get to the end first. Quality was first. He chose to get his life all together for his significant other and family.
He came to work two days after the fact to get together his things and send his last goodbye messages. It was his 56th birthday celebration so we chose to have a cake. He smothered the candles and one of the young ladies got a bit bothered and energized and asked him what he needed for his birthday, he said 'extremely short books'. He was an interesting fellow and popular.
Seven days before he passed on he rang from his bed to reveal to me that he had the option to get an early compensation out from his superannuation and that he had taken care of the house for his significant other. He said he figured he could never actually witness that. He just barely scraped by.
On their 25th wedding commemoration a few years prior, Mark and his significant other Carol were going in Africa. He had coordinated an unexpected recharging of their pledges on the affectation they were simply meandering around taking a gander at authentic locales. They dropped into a specific church in Venice and when they strolled in, with his family, the minister was standing by a lot to the amazement of Carol. It was the Church his folks had been hitched in more than 50 years prior and Gene had coordinated this from Ghana down to the Lagos without her insight so they could restore their marital promises. This was an extraordinary marriage.
The most stunning thing he accomplished for his wife however, not long before he passed on. He composed an entire load of post it notes and concealed them all around the house. He shrouded them in places that he realized she would not have the heart to move, move or clean for at some point, for example, his side interest room, clothes,shed and so on The notes expressed such things as 'Go through the cash and have a good time' 'Sell my vehicle you needn't bother with it' 'Continue on' I will Love you Always'. She was all the while discovering them nine months after his passing and they are currently the absolute most appreciated things she has.
I will consistently remember Mark as cool. He told me he had no second thoughts. He stayed associated with her way after he passed. Mark was a cool fellow and his burial service was tremendous.