November 25, 2023
Whoever said that the older we get the more people die on us — hit the nail on the coffin.
A few months back I closed up The Doctor\’s Inn with a seeming loss in relevance: I didn\’t have the urge to write.
Then, my website designer and maintenance guy (Bahman/Eddie) announced that he was Stage Four lung cancer and intended to fight this condition — and that I better bloody well return to writing.
Eddie died this morning after a months long, and too often painful battle, with the Big C: his wonderful influence on me I will take to my grave.
He was truly one-of-the-finest human beings I have ever known. He got along with everyone — even his ornery dogs. He has left behind his lovely wife Claire and children Nathan and Hannah — who have also endured two rounds of cancer with Claire. It was during Claire\’s second round with cancer that I began to wonder if their Long Beach home might be in a toxic environment. There used to be many oil wells around this part of town — and we all know how oil companies are about cleaning their mess.
Like Uncle Mark (long time readers will recognize this recent reference) — I didn\’t get to see Eddie when he was close to departure. The last time I saw him was about 3-weeks-ago. Giti saw him Sunday, but he was too weak to see us on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. I\’m beginning to think that some agency doesn\’t want me to see men dear to me at the time of their death — like my father — whose 4th anniversary of passing will be on November 28th.
Others were Peter Pearson, Big Mack, Greg Jackson and Fred Berson — to name a few.
While we sat around celebrating Bahman\’s life — I abruptly stated that he was too good for this world. I know I\’m not the first person to make this comment — but our discussion of his life demonstrated that we each perceived him to be a VERY good man — and that got me thinking about this aphorism.
What if we reach a certain vibration threshold and can no longer vibrate on this plane? What if our mind recognizes this disconnect and unconsciously begins to vibrate us off of this plane?? (Sometimes I think Western medicine speeds up this process and does so painfully.)
And Eddie has managed to piss me off — because all of the web maintenance stuff he used to do for me I must now do myself! But I guess it is high time for me to handle this.
Goodbye Eddie. I prayed each and every day since learning of your diagnosis that you would beat the Big C. But if a trip to Lourdes and the opportunity to interact with Mother Mary didn\’t help — I\’m not sure what effect (if any) my meager prayers might have provided you.
You created the perfect family that the rest of us were all envious of: a loving wife; two talented respectful children; and rambunctious dogs. I know you will be watching Son Nathan playing soccer in college and hopefully the pros one day. And I KNOW you will be watching Daughter Hannah playing tennis in high school and perhaps beyond.
Not only did you regularly service our computers — but you put Giti in a hybrid — the car for our future.
There are entirely too many people dying on me around Thanksgiving — but I guess I\’m learning to give thanks for their giving.
I thought after our last conversation that you were going to stay away from the chemo and try alternative methods of treatment. But I guess we tend to go with what we know. You have an open invitation to the Silver Ship…I\’ll see you when I see you…