It was truly a marriage of “in good times and bad, in sickness and in health.” They’d done a diligent job of keeping him healthy, which might explain why he survived as long as he did. But his type of cancer was one without a possible rosy outcome, and when we learned 10 months ago that it had spread it was time to prepare for the inevitable.
I went back to Colorado last fall to hang out, to say goodbye. I’ve seen cancer and chemo before; it tends to make the patient cranky and depressed, but Ed made a valiant attempt to be personable, and did a good job too, until the day I left and he couldn’t get out of bed. At that point, we were all still wearing our cheery faces. He hung onto positivity and tried to maintain a "normal" life through his "normal" death, even until Easter Sunday.
At some point, we all have to let go, and he did the next day.
So long, Ed. Rest in peace, my friend, my brother.