I knew him

well, yet another one around me just passed. You can read more in this site.

Funny, I worked with him very closely in Summer of '07 before I left for Holland. And I noticed his arm being amputated earlier this year, but never dare to ask why. Well now I know.

Graduated from Stanford, active in church, a good guy all around, great pianist. He had to battle cancer for 2 years before it is too late. He gave up his right arm in hope that he can live longer to see his kids grow up. How ironic, just 3 months after the big surgery, the cancer metastasized to his lung. He was tortured, since July 22 he could not sleep, kept coughing until he died of exhaustion. Life chewed away little by little. Hope given and took away. Just to destroy a person mind and left him with no desire to live on. I am not sure if he gave up last night, but knowing that he is going to haven, I think I would give up too.

My wife saw how it happened to her dad, she always reminded me not to worry too much, because life can be cut short. She is right, as always. And I don't want to burden myself too much either.