When I was growing up I had a best friend. As it happens many times 'best friends' sometimes grow apart and lose contact over the years. I had a best friend many years ago that I lost contact with. I saw her again a few couple of years ago when my father died. Shortly after, her son was diagnosed with cancer. He was only a year older than my youngest daughter. I kept up with his mighty fight to beat it. I thought often of her helpless agony.
My brother came by and told me that Josh had lost the battle yesterday. It is a tragic thing that simply can't summed up in a few words. My heart and prayers are with his mother, Beth, and his young family.