Good news?

Well, it would seem that my neighbor is still hanging on. I almost wonder if it would be better for him just to let go. To think, what a will he must have to live. 91 years old, or is it 92? he was diagnosed with cancer about 7 months ago. He hasn't been able to eat much of anything, yet on his birthday December 23, he seemed as happy as a clam to have his house filled with family and friends.
My parents and I, the nosey neighbors we are, stared in stunned silence yesterday morning as we saw the ambulance pull onto our circle. The EMT's were moving too slowly for there to be a real emergency, which only made the three of us think the worse. My mom quickly retreated downstairs to let out a cry for one of the best human beings ever to live. Would it not be better for him to leave this earth where his body would not allow him to do the things he once loved-golfing, shopping, eating out with friends and family, chit-chatting with the neighbors and feeding the children sugary goodness their parents won't allow them in their own home?
And then you have these young teenagers who kill themselves in a suicide pact. For what reason? Could their lives, what little of it they have lived, really be that horrible that they would end it on their own accord, when a man who has gone through war and remembers every heartbreaking detail, watched his own wife deteriorate in front of him, watched his children and grandchildren grow up in front of his eyes, cling on to life with nothing but little more than a string.
He is still alive...today. But he does not have much life inside of him to go on. It almost makes you think life in a different way, doesn't it?