Wednesday night I had Bruce to myself. I sat with him while he ate dinner in his new room. There’s not a lot to talk about and for forty minutes, I just sat there while he slept as we waited for the dinner to arrive.
When I arrived for the morning visit, as I entered the room David and Karen both said, “Oh, there he is” because Bruce has just where I was. And tonight, when the nurse needed some time with him alone, when she came out she said; “He wants you in there.”
This is a man whom I often don’t see for weeks although we live close to each other and are close friends. We’re alike; we’re introverts and don’t need a lot of contact — well… didn’t. Now we get together twice a day.
His illness, the contact and human nature have me positively passionate about him. I think we both have discovered how much we mean to each other and we are becoming closer. I could not be happier. I love every minute we’re together — even sitting silently as he sleeps.
Then I come home and my ladies make me wonder if we’ll all go to the Arts Club. But one thing about time of late is that it seems like the weeks fly by. In no time, I will know. But next week I’ll be on pins and needles.