I guess I really am an asshole

well it is about 4am right now and I have been working on cleaning up the shop so I can get plows ready and out of nowhere a shout HEY! apparently Steve thought someone was trying to get into our garage but it was just me, anyways I figured I was about to get bitched at but he was acting real weird but I walked over and we both asked what each other was doing at 3:30 in the morning and we got into some small talk but I noticed that he kept stuttering and finally asked him if he was alright and he said no.

I should have prefaced this with a short reminder about how me and him never really liked each other and it had gotten to the point of yelling matches and each otherready to duke it out in the road. but never the less.....

anyways he said that he has malignant brain cancer as well as lung cancer.... I just kind of stood there feeling like the worlds biggest piece of shit for previously wishing this guy would just die and not more then a year ago telling him to his face that I couldn't wait til he died so I could shit on his grave and there he is standing next to me telling me that the doctors said 3-6 months but he is hoping for a year or two, thats rough.