Claire
Master Chef
Babetoo's message about a very sick friend made me stop and think of something that happened to me a few years ago. My husband's best friend's brother had cancer. I'd spent several happy holidays with him, but didn't know him well. But when he got sick, we made a point of calling him every once in awhile, and sending cards regularly. He sent us photos of a Christmas we'd spent together, and replied to all of our cards.
When his time came, we were sitting here (in IL, he was a Virginian), and his son called and told us that his Dad wanted to speak to us. He came on the phone and told us how much we meant to him, and how much he appreciated our support in his last days, and Good-Bye.
I will always remember that, and hope that I have that much courage when my time comes.
Over the subsequent couple of years, I've asked friends if anyone ever did that for them. That is to say, called to say good-bye. No one has.
When his time came, we were sitting here (in IL, he was a Virginian), and his son called and told us that his Dad wanted to speak to us. He came on the phone and told us how much we meant to him, and how much he appreciated our support in his last days, and Good-Bye.
I will always remember that, and hope that I have that much courage when my time comes.
Over the subsequent couple of years, I've asked friends if anyone ever did that for them. That is to say, called to say good-bye. No one has.