He was a wonderful man and I don't think that I ever met anybody who didn't like him. Even the guy he ran against for mayor ended up as his friend. I keep wondering why such a great person had to suffer so much and have his life cut short.
I really want to be there for my friend, but it forces me to unearth a lot of pain that I have worked very hard to deal with so that I can remain a functioning person on a day-to-day basis, as it brings back a flood of memories and emotions surrounding the death of my own father (he died in January 2002 from cancer). Life can be so unfair sometimes.