volksdragon | Not quite sure what this emotion is...

The man who published my poetry recently (~2 years) on a reasonably well-frequented Poetry site online just let it be known a few weeks ago that he had Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer, and that it's pretty well all through his body. The last thing in his email said, "I'm going in for a biopsy Friday, and I'll let you know what's going on when I get back."

The next email we got was from his friend and assistant in running the site, who told us pretty much that they went in to biopsy and found so much cancer, they just sewed him back up, and put him into immediate hospice care, and he's expected to not last the month.

It's odd, I never *KNEW* the man personally, never did more than express emails with him from time to time. Maybe it's because we shared poems that I feel closer to him than I naturally should, but I really feel in a way like I'm going to miss him. I've seen the things he's written, and while maybe not world-class, he's a damn good poet. It'll be a loss to the world when he dies. Go gently, Dale.