Mr. Andreani died yesterday. 

He had cancer for a few years, and his health was failing him over the last few month.. so it wasn’t really unexpected.  But still, it’s a bummer. He was 77 years old.  He leaves behind his wife and his only son, Jean-Michel.

Jean-Michel is married to my cousin, who’s father (my Uncle Minique) died earlier this year… also from cancer.  (The same cancer type that killed my own dad.) She is due to give birth to their second child in about one week.  Lousy timing, but I guess death isn’t used to being kept waiting.

Death is so final. And cancer sucks. Why can’t anyone figure out how to fix cancer, anyway? We can send people to the moon, computer pi to the nth decimal, grow ears on mice, practically map the entire human genome, but we still can’t stop the occasional cell from mutating.

When I think of all the relatives I had who have died from cancer, it makes my sad, angry, and a bit fearful.  Statistically, it’s what I’ll die from. 

The funeral is tomorrow, in his village (named Porta).  It’s about a 1.5 hour drive from where we live here in Patrimonio, so we’ll carpool with my Aunt and cousin Laure.

On a more upbeat note, I finally figured out what I’m going to get Cara for Christmas.  Apparently giving her the seed of my loin isn’t enough and she wants an actual "gift"…. so… ya. 

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