A friendly chat about Death

Luca and I walked along the beach. He asked about my experience with Death. His cancer had returned with a vengeance, and he had doubts about his ability to survive it, even with access to the very finest doctors. “It was total Liberation. I had been bedridden in extreme pain and convulsions for 36 hours and suddenly, everything became calm. The pain disappeared and I felt myself evaporating into a million particles, just like steam on top of a boiling pot of water.” As we walked back to his friend Kevin’s house, I was hit by one of my spasms of the diaphragm and collapsed on the road. People ran to help, and Luca had a hard time fending them off, as I had asked him to do were this to happen. It was tough with his heavy Italian accent. A couple of hours later, the three of us posed in Kevin’s pool for a photo, each of us with a massive scar from our respective cancer surgeries. Luca left us seven months later, having nonetheless managed one outing on his sailboat! Saluti Luca.