A day of grey

A friend of mine came from China. He was a professor in pathology back there.

He was diagnosed liver cancer a couple of months ago. He stayed at home since then. His home is only a mile down the street from my home. I drive pass his home everyday but I have never happened to stop by and say hello to him.

Before his wife and daughter came, I used to go to his home for dinner once in a week or 2 for a few months. He cooked great.

He was rushed to the hospital last week because of internal bleeding. I was going to see him last Sunday. I called him up and he sounded weak. He said he would be home in a couple of days and told me not to see him in the hospital. I thought it a good sign and told him I would see him at his home in a few days.

Last night I saw his car parked outside his home. His car had not been there since he went to the hospital. I thought he was home, and things should be getting better.

This morning, I heard the news. He died yesterday. He was 43 years old.

OUTSIDE MY WINDOW