It was a week ago last Tuesday that I wrote about three reminders of death never being far away. My son-in-law’s dad was not one of the three mentioned. His dad had seen an oncologist the day before. Stage IV esophageal cancer was the diagnosis.

We attended his funeral yesterday afternoon.

The prognosis had been bad, but everyone was looking at months instead of days. A week ago from last evening, following a surgical procedure to install a feeding tube, he suffered a pulmonary embolism and did not survive.

I’m reminded again that life is fragile and precious.