From: Not_So_Wonderful_Spam@Despammified.com   
      
   Hello all,   
      
   Today - Wednesday, February 23rd, 2005 - would've been the 72nd birthday of   
   my long-time friend, Bob.   
      
   I recently learned of the loss of my long-time friend, Bob, to cicatricial   
   pemphigoid (a rare disease of the mucous membranes).   
      
   I can't honestly sum up in only a matter of words or phrases the kind of man   
   Bob was, or the deeply personal friendship we had over the course of 14   
   years.   
      
   A lot of memories just seem to spontaneously spring up through an   
   association with him, whether it be an expression or a joke, a song or a TV   
   show, a cat or a plant (since he loved pets and gardening), a gift or a   
   restaurant.   
      
   We used to talk about anything and everything, and go everywhere and   
   nowhere, together.   
      
   I also know that he truly loved his family, and that he would drop   
   everything to be with them or to do things for them.   
      
   And photographs of Bob's children and grandchildren, proudly displayed on   
   the walls of his apartment, met the eyes of every visitor.   
      
   I'm surrounded by the good memories and good times we had together.   
      
   This would normally be comforting if it were not so distressing to realise   
   that I will never be able to spend time with him again, as Bob is now gone   
   from this life forever.   
      
   I deeply regret that I didn't maintain direct contact with him over the past   
   year of his life.   
      
   This makes his loss all the more difficult to bear, because I didn't even   
   know that he had become so seriously ill, and consequently I didn't get a   
   chance to visit him or to take care of him like he did for me when I was   
   sick, let alone to say goodbye.   
      
   As well, since no one in my family receives The Ottawa Citizen, no one saw   
   his obituary and hence I wasn't informed that he had passed away.   
      
   It was my understanding that Bob was given eight months to live after   
   Christmas 2003.   
      
   This would seem to fit, as his replies to my greeting cards for Christmas   
   2003 and for his birthday in February 2004 were terse, as though he was   
   pushing me away.   
      
   I can completely understand his reasons for not wanting to let me know he   
   was sick.   
      
   After all, he was the type of man who preferred to be needed than to be   
   needy.   
      
   Additionally, he had developed diabetes and high-blood pressure, secondary   
   to cicatricial pemphigoid, and it's possible the intense emotions of a final   
   farewell might've affected his health adversely.   
      
   I learned of Bob's passing the night before I moved, October 14th, 2004.   
      
   I had been attempting to reach Bob by e-mail and phone, and I found it   
   strange that my e-mails hadn't been received and that his line had been   
   disconnected.   
      
   Although I still had some last-minute details to take care of the night   
   before I moved, I decided to investigate the situation, as I knew it would   
   plague my mind not knowing as much as knowing.   
      
   So, I decided to get into my car and drive out to Bob's place.   
      
   When I arrived there shortly after 21:00, I couldn't help but notice that   
   the lights were all out in his basement apartment, and a tree that had been   
   cut down was obstructing the path to his door.   
      
   This is when I knew something was terribly wrong, because Bob used to go to   
   bed every night at 22:30 after watching "Seinfeld", and I couldn't see him   
   letting a fallen tree lie in the way of his apartment for very long.   
      
   With a great sense of dread, I knocked on the door to his son Kevin and   
   daughter-in-law April's place (Bob lived in the basement apartment of their   
   triplex), as it didn't seem that the doorbell to Bob's apartment was   
   connected.   
      
   Kevin informed me at the door that Bob had passed away on July 28th, 2004,   
   and he invited me in because it was obvious that I was (and still am) in   
   such a state of shock.   
      
   I didn't get any sleep whatsoever that night or much the following nights,   
   as this was the worst news that I ever could have possibly received.   
      
   I've lost relatives and friends before, yet none of these losses has ever   
   had the same devastating impact as this.   
      
   At the very least, I was hoping to share the good news of my move with Bob.   
      
   Now I'll never have that chance.   
      
   Bob survived many tragedies in his life, such as the loss of both his   
   parents when he was barely into his teens, the loss of his nephew and family   
   home in a fire, as well as the loss of his son David in a motorcycle   
   accident; and like so many other things about him, I just took it for   
   granted that somehow he'd always be around.   
      
   In this age of euthanasia, Bob was exceptionally courageous to continue   
   facing each new day, despite the fact that he fully knew he would be   
   suffering from a constellation of serious medical conditions, which would   
   ultimately result in his mortality.   
      
   I can't even begin to imagine how extremely difficult it was for Kevin and   
   April to see his health deteriorate before their very eyes, and to act as   
   Nurses to Bob with his various afflictions for months, when most people   
   their age would simply spare themselves the 'inconvenience' and put him in a   
   hospice.   
      
   This action in itself shows what kind of man Bob was, and at the same time   
   shows what kind of people his son and daughter-in-law are, ensuring that he   
   received the personal care he needed by none other than the very ones he   
   loved, right till the end.   
      
   No one else I've met before or since has been as generous, hospitable or   
   loyal as Bob was.   
      
   He helped me in so many ways, and I learned so many things from him.   
      
   Needless to say, I miss him dearly; he was without a doubt the best friend   
   I've ever had.   
      
   I would give anything in the world to have Bob back, alive and well; to see   
   him, talk with him, and to be with him, even just to watch TV.   
      
   Above all else, I want to keep his memory alive, yet respect his wishes at   
   the same time.   
      
   In this regard, his family has requested that friends honour Bob's memory   
   through a fund dedicated in his name.   
      
   Although this fund is designed to further general cancer research, the donor   
   can have their contribution designated specifically for cicatricial   
   pemphigoid, since no work is presently being done on this disease in Ottawa   
   (according to Dr. Michael MCBURNEY of the Ottawa Regional Cancer Centre).   
      
   This is a wonderful way to both honour a loved one and to help fight this   
   terrible disease.   
      
   No one else should ever again have to suffer from this disease as Bob did.   
      
   Gifts can be made to:   
      
   Account # 82799   
   In Memoriam Programme   
   Ottawa Regional Cancer Centre Foundation   
   503 Smyth Road   
   Ottawa, Ontario   
   K1H 1C4   
   Tel: (613) 247-3527   
   Fax: (613)247-3526   
      
   If you would like to make a donation online, please click here:   
      
   http://www.orccfoundation.ca   
      
   Even if you didn't know him, we all know someone in our life who has been   
   affected by cancer.   
      
   The fund benefits everyone, either way.   
      
   Best regards.   
      
   Sincerely,   
      
   Glen A. RITCHIE   
      
   P.S.:  Please contact me at   
   glenaritchie at sympatico dot ca   
      
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