Death comes in three's

My best friend Damon just called. His dad passed away last night. Mr. Ortego had the same problem as my uncle Donald, pancreatic cancer. Nasty stuff, with no cure. It's a painful and not always quick killer.

I feel so bad for Damon. He's 7 hours away in Austin and his siblings are about as dependable as a third-hand Yugo. He'll have to orchestrate way too much when he lands in Lafayette. I'm going to let my circle know about it, as difficult as that'll be. Especially Rob, who seems to have disappeared once again.