I’ve never been good with eulogies, especially for those dear to me. At times of death I’m generally at a loss for words, not knowing how to convey my thoughts or bring comfort to those in grief.
This past week my colleague and friend Dick succumbed to his battle with cancer. Anyone with more than 10 or 15 years in Buffalo’s manufacturing circles probably knew this guy. He was a whirlwind of energy, not easily forgettable.
To the very end he insisted on coming to work – it was his passion – never complaining about the chemotherapy or the radiation, treating each day like all the others. He did not bemoan his fate, but rather reveled in his life’s accomplishments. He had many.
Two days before he went into hospice he was still calling clients, weak but alert. Six days later his life ended.
I can only hope that I face my mortality as bravely as he faced his.