So the old guy had a pain in his stomach. My colleague suggested that the local hospital did a scan to see what the problem was. A few days later we discovered is was cancer, he was assured by the hospital what with treatment and surgery he would recover.
My last recollection of sitting and talking with him was as he sunned himself under the blue autumn sky on an old wooden bed placed outide the small concrete room he and his family called home. He was drifting in and out of sleep and struggling to make sense of what was going on around him.
I can remember struggling to say words of comfort but as always in those situations they were faint whispers of hope settling as feathers on a spent life.
He had lived a full life, he left behind a wife and a georgeous little girl, she'd been abandonned at birth but they had taken care of her and raised her as their own.
As through a glass darkly.....