My mother came running over to the house last night to give me some news. Our old landlord had passed. He had been struggling with host vs graft disease for many years following two bone marrow treatments to cure his leukemia. He had lost so much weight and with that the strength and energy that was his trademark. One thing that the disease could not take away from him was his quick wit and strength of will. Over the years there were many times that his family and friends gathered around preparing for his loss. Each time, including one very close call just this winter, everyone waited by their phones and e-mails waiting for the worst.
Regardless of all the differences that Andre and I might have had with them as landlords, he was an amazing person, and a testament to the human spirit when dealing with such a debilitating disease. Our comfort now is knowing that his body is finally free. Free of the pain, free of the weakness that had been with him for so long. I feel badly for his almost 2 year old grandson, and his yet unborn great grandchild, for they will never truly get to know this amazing person.
RIP Bill.
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