I just found out my friend, Tom, who had cirrhosis of the liver, died last Friday, May 26. I don't know whether I am crying for Tom, or for the fact that I miss him, or that I didn't get to go to his service. Either and all are painful.
He was such a sweet, gentle man. I talked with him on that last day. (I just didn't know it was his last day.) I was supposed to have been up there the week-end before and he had promised he would grill some steaks for me. [There's nothing sweeter than a man that will grill for you.] I didn't get to go up that week-end. He was in the hospital then. Later, when I talked with him, he sounded groggy, but very upbeat.
I think I am ANGRY. Angry at me for not realizing he was that sick; angry at "Tallahassee Tom" for not telling me how seriously ill he was; angry at the people in Tallahassee for not telling me sooner, and maybe even angry at God for letting him die.
One of things I have learned, especially in the last 5 years with the death of both of my parents, my husband, and two very close friends - Pete, and now Tom, is - LIFE IS SHORT! Too short to worry about little, annoying things; too short to argue and complain; too short to expend energy staying angry, and definitely too short not to live to the fullest, every single day! And, you know, that is exactly what I intend to continue doing.
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