July 9, 2008

I am heavy with guilt, friend. You went home to spend some time with your family (with the aid of Hospice) and I went to Florida with mine, not knowing that yesterday would be the last day I would see you alive. That night the kids were all leaving your hospital room with cake from graduation. You were determined that everyone have some, even the nurses, food service staff, and others who came and went visiting. We had been down the hall visiting with Miss Jo and Miss Donna . . . another witnessing opportunity that you had talked to the kids about. The room was full and busy. We made eye contact for just a moment and I waved at you and you smiled. That was it. That's all on this earth. When A called us on the phone, we were in Huntsville, AL trying to get back to you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone. I would have seen you one more time. I am sorry.