In his late 20s, he suddenly became very sick. His parents took him to the nearest hospital, and the doctors diagnosed him with cancer of the thymus. He was hospitalized for moths and underwent cancer treatment. He became weak and ill and lost all his hair. After roughly a year of treatment, he was well enough to go home.
He remained in his home until he was revisited by cancer at age 32. This time, his mind, body, and spirit had no more willpower to fight the cancer. Even the doctors gave up. His body began slowly deteriorating. He returned home. Lying on his bed, he died at age 33 without making a single friend in his entire life.
My mom says he was taken away too early and didn’t have a chance to live yet. She would have loved to get to know him better, but unfortunately, life was too busy and he passed away. At his funeral, my mother cried her eyes out, from the sorrowful songs to the heart-wrenching speeches. For the next few days she found herself lacking concentration and being forgetful. She grieved for her loss, just like Gilgamesh grieved for Enkidu. But my mother was a very strong woman and accepted his death, for death is inevitable. Gilgamesh is bitter that only the gods can live forever, and says so when Enkidu urges him away from the fight with Humbaba. Enkidu’s death causes Gilgamesh to be so distraught that he seeks out Utnapishtim to learn the secret of immortality. Utnapishtim tells Gilgamesh the