I am so sorry about the loss of your therapist. It's coincidental that you bring this up.

I was helped through an incredibly difficult time by a counselor a long time ago. This were really awful for me at the time - beyond what I could honestly handle - and he helped me immensely. I felt horrible at the time and he believed in me; he genuinely did. He was a wonderful person, and later became a great friend of me and my family. He'd schedule "appointments" for no charge, where I would just go to his office, chat, and catch-up.

Then he was diagnosed with cancer. By the time it was detected, it had already metastasized and he only had a matter of months.

I think about him every day. He gave me a book for my 11th birthday, and wrote a really kind note on the inside for me. To this day I can't read it without crying.