Me too. My Father was 62, 5’9, 80 lbs. and I could not look at skeletons for years afterwards. A National Geographic magazine came out soon after he died with a hologram type skeleton on the cover which I could not handle looking at. He died the day after Halloween in 1985.
Tony’s passing has my mother thinking of my father 23 yrs. ago, still like yesterday sometimes...she thinks after he was first diagnosed in ‘65 and given a year to live, what gave him an extra 20 yrs. was that he was given no chemo or radiation since his doctor thought he would die. When he had another attack in ‘68 he still received no chemo or radiation. She said since he hadn’t gone 5 yrs. they did not give chemo thinking he would die again. Last attack was in ‘83, colostomy, chemo, radiation and bad doctoring (botched surgery, dr. forgot to put in a drainage tube) was his final fight.
My father’s mother also died when he was a young boy, 10 or 11. When he was delirious on morphine he was thanking his mother for what was happening to him.