On Friday I received a phone call from a friend I have known for more than twenty five years.
“I am in the hospital,” he said. “The news is not good. Can you stop by to see me.”
I was standing in his room as quickly as I could get there.
Our conversation started with this. “The doctors told me I have two weeks.”
Yesterday I went for a long walk in the woods and thought about my friend.
And, about myself.
How would l use my time, I wondered, if I knew I only had a handful of days to live.
I pray that I would spend the time holding hands with my wife.
I pray that I would have the opportunity to see my sons and their partners and to tell them how proud I am of who they are and how they think and what they do.
I pray that I would laugh as much as I might cry.
I pray that I would have the strength to tell others that I am okay.
I pray that I would say Thank you a hundred times each day.
And, to say I love you even more than than I said Thank you.
But to tell the truth, one never knows.
Yesterday I went for a long walk in the woods and thought about my friend.
And about myself.
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