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a wonderful guitar player and my friend for so many years is in hospice now. I thought he'd finished treatment and had gone back to work last spring but apparently, he only did okay for a few weeks back at work before it returned (glioblastoma of the brain). None of us heard about that at all; the family jes sorta kept it to themselves. I didn't find out until Friday when I was in L.A. at a music conference. Needless to say, it was a bad blow. I've seen him as much as I can since I've been back. Tomorrow I'll go play for him as promised and he wanted.
He's 54 years old, one daughter in college and the other one a senior in high school. His wife is struggling with this and has been for a while, obviously, but her strength is something to behold.
I have chanted for him daily since i found out. I hope others will find it in their hearts and their schedules to add him in their prayers. Safe and easy passage kind of thing. He's on so many steroids to keep the headaches back, it's a wonder, really. I hate the things myself.
Sad, sad Squids. I hate losing good friends.