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August 25, 2015
A young father in his prime cut down by a cruel and wasting cancer, and somehow we find a way to compartmentalize so that we don't fall in a heap, wailing and tearing our hair. Or is it just that we have been here before, with the senseless too-soon deaths, and we know how powerless we are to change the course of events. We sigh and send food and cards and make donations and do what we can to support the survivors (and secretly give thanks that it was not one of ours). At least his grandmother died first.