Yesterday, a well-known and nice guy in Framingham passed away.

His daughter was our babysitter a few years ago, and we had some connection to his wife and son as well.

When the rumors were flying about his illness a few months ago, I took the opportunity to drive over to his house,
and I had a little chat with husband and wife who were enjoying a nice peaceful breakfast of bacon and eggs, his favorite.

I showed him a book, told them about my guru, and said I could be a good support person if he was interested in trying to improve his condition through improved eating and lifestyle.

They basically heard me out, but their body language said I should not expect a call.

They had a few laughs, a ski trip, a birthday party, and now he’s dead at 50.

It was his life of course, and he chose to live it the way he wanted, right up until the end.

I respect their choice, and will mourn his loss. Still, I’m bothered by it. When I’m sick, it means I’m living out of synch with nature. Chances are, I’m not the only one suffering when that’s the case.

When I am sick I seek to open my mind to what I need to change, change it, and become healthy. This way reduces suffering, for me, my family, society and our animal friends.

Anybody care to join me?