I was saddened today to hear about the death of Don, my landlord for the last nine and a half years. He was a kind man who was always cheerful with me, except for the time when he told me months ago that he was fighting cancer. I spoke to his wife today on the phone. They would have been married 56 years next month. I was kind of prepared for this news, but it was still a shock. Don and Carol have been the best kind of landlords, on top of every little thing that came up with the house.
When Dylan and I moved to this place, we were starting our own cancer nightmare journey. It's hard to find the right words to say to someone who has gone through the same things, even having been through it myself.