Memories

I lost a dear friend this week. The man I took care of passed on Monday. In his sleep. He was 86 and led a very good life. He always knew what to say when I was down. He always wanted to hear what I had to say, always asked me about my day, what's on my mind, and ALWAYS knew when I had a heavy heart, no matter how bright a smile I pasted on my face. He was the father I never had and I was the daughter he never had. We talked about that pretty often. He spoke often of his wife who was so beautiful. He called out for her when he was confused forgetting that she had passed years ago. It made me think about things like that. When I am gone who will have loved me so much that they can't stand living without me? He said that God had someone in mind for me, and that I was made to be loved like that too. We spent hours and hours in the Bible me reading to him to calm him or just talking about what had been taught in church that week. Some nights he couldn't sleep and we would sing hymns for hours. The sleepless nights were laden with some of the most precious moments of my life. And as heart wrenching as it was to watch him deteriorate, and watch his mind slip away, he's still one of the best friends I'll ever have. I'll treasure every talk, every smile, every hug,every kind word he spoke to me, and every tear we shed together. Here's to an amazing friend!