I visited on two consecutive days, right before he was to start the chemo and radiation treatments. The only time he mentioned the possibility of death was when we talked about the book and what he would like me to do to help his family. Otherwise, we were just two friends having a normal visit.
The next time I visited, he was too sick to talk, so I said I would come back when he felt better. I never saw him again.
I find it ironic that in the year he was to be released on parole, he died. There are many who breathed a sigh of relief at hearing of his death because when he was younger, he was a man to be feared. But he had changed. The man that I knew was just someone struggling with answers---answers about God, about society, about government, things we all question from time to time. I understand that he would have struggled on the outside, but I tell myself he would have made it.