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.
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