Wednesday, January 27, 2016
A Kiss From A Dying Man
A wonderful friend of mine is dying from cancer. He was diagnosed nearly a year to the day. He is in Hospice now.
Today, I saw how he has grown weaker from my last visit. He is often sleeping from all the medication, and sitting up in his chair is a big deal. When I arrived, his son was with him, and barely leaves his father's side. I peeked in the room and the other visitor shook her head it in a manner to convey things were not looking good. I left immediately and went for a cup of coffee and thought- should I stay or should I go?
I drank my coffee and decided to peeked in again. This time he was much more alert and his son got me a chair. I wanted to smile and chat and appear cheerful for my friend. I only got a sentence or two out when my tears came and I could no longer speak. I thanked him for everything he had done for me, what a great person he is, and how much he meant to me. He moved forward and I called for his son because I thought he wanted to sit up or get back into bed. I proceeded to move out of the way. "No he said. You stay there." Then, leaning towards me, with the gentlest of pressure, he kissed my cheek.