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My wife's best friend went to the hospital last year complaining of back pain only to learn he had cancer in his spine. He didn't get out of the hospital and suffered for six weeks (of hell) including chemo treatments etc.... while he whithered away in front of us. Watching him accept the fact his life was over was very sad and his bravery was an inspiration to us. It especially hit home - as we realized what a joy being alive is and how short a time we really have here.
My wife didn't leave his side for all the time he was in - as they had been best friends since childhood (he died at 48). We both were with him as he died listening to a video of his only son (6yrs old) singing to him on a tape he had made a couple of years earlier.
Earlier that morning there was the most incredible sunrise, the nicest in memory to hit town and the three of us watched it in silence and awe.
His last breaths later that morning were slow and labored and he finally just let go. His son's wee voice kept singing on the tape as my wife and I sat with him, cried, said our goodbyes and wished him peace...
RIP Birdy
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