Yeah. Makes me want to throw something...I won’t, but inside, feel like I want to smash something.
One of my dearest friends, and in the past years as he has battled, he has not wanted any of us to see him, and I missed him very much.
Now I can’t even go to his bedside and tell him how I feel about him, and all the joy he has given me in this life. He is going to go...and I can’t do that...grasp his hand and look into his face.
It really really hurts. But thank you. I know you can imagine it.
I knew farmer Dean from Free republic and we talked on the phone for a few years.
your relationship sounds much much deeper and again I am sorry.
All of the good times you had with him still matter.
And if I was in a hospital God forbid very sick and I couldn’t see my friends I would already know how they felt about me and it would bring me peace.
You sound like a stand-up guy. I will pray for you and your friend