Today, I am thankful for a chance to say good-bye.
though love be a day and life be nothing, it shall not stop kissing.
Earlier today, S spoke with George for a few minutes, probably for the last time. Tomorrow, he moves to the hospice facility. He needs more care than his wife or visiting nurses can provide.
Last fall, after learning about the cancer's return, George decided to skip traditional radiation and chemotherapy. Probably a wise decision since the cancer had already invaded major organs.
True to his nature, he really wanted to die at home. Gently. Peacefully. On a sunny winter or spring day. Now, he claims it doesn't matter. He doesn't need hope, only comfort and painkillers.
Whenever he talks to George, S conveys my heartfelt wishes. George usually responds by asking S to give me a hug, for him.
Today, George tells S that he wishes he had known both of us longer. We feel the same way about him.
For this blessing, I am grateful.