Hello Sondra,
Bill received word while we were at Dr's today that he didn't get
job at Xerox. They hired someone else.
  >   It's a beautiful spring morning here.....I got up at 0500 to let the 
og
 SB>   >out, and then went back to bed.......I just laid and listened to
 SB> the Doves a   >the other birds outside the window  again>.  Figured I had   >better get up and get some stuff done.
Birds usually wake me up here around 5:30a.m. It is so nice to
hear then again after long winter. (S)
 SB> This is proving to be a sad week for me.  I attended a memorial
 SB> service yesterday for an older friend of mine.  He would have turned
 SB> 80 in
 SB> September.  He died of cancer of the liver, but it was all very
 SB> sudden. He had bad stomach pains on Saturday, the 3rd.  He went to the
 SB> hospital on the 4th, was diagnosed with inoperable liver cancer on the
 SB> 7th, and
 SB> was dead on the 9th.  He was a Quaker, so everybody who wanted to
 SB> could speak at the memorial service. It was a "popcorn" meeting, with
 SB> one
 SB> person bouncing up after another, telling both funny and tender
 SB> stories about him.  Even my son, Rob, spoke.  He and Rob got along
 SB> really well
 SB> together. The church was packed. Every seat was taken. Folks were
 SB> standing in the aisles and leaning against the back of the church. He
 SB> was a really good musician, and close friends with some of the top
 SB> musicians this century has produced (folks like Bernstein, for
 SB> example). But he was also friends with all sorts of very common folks,
 SB> too.  He
 SB> wrote delightful, and often incredibly funny, poetry; and he played a
 SB> mean game of Scrabble.  Mario and I went to say good-bye to him the
 SB> night before he died.  His daughter and his older brother were holding
 SB> his hand when he died.  She talked about the experience.  She said she
 SB> was holding his hand, and then, suddenly, something came out of him;
 SB> and was right there in her face.  And then he took off.  He didn't
 SB> vanish.
 SB> He didn't rise to the sky.  He just took off through the wall, and
 SB> away, like he knew exactly where he was going.  She said it was so
 SB> sudden that it was actually a physical shock to her.  She said to her
 SB> uncle, "He's
 SB> gone!"  And then she looked at his body.  It was still breathing.  It
 SB> breathed for a minute or two more.  And then it was over.
 SB> Another older friend also died.  His funeral will be Thursday.  It
 SB> will be a smaller funeral.  This was more a man known to his family
 SB> and
 SB> a small circle of friends, not to people around the globe.
So very sorry to hear about your friends passing. Remember you
have good memories of both and your life is richer because of
that friendship.
 SB> Many deaths is the price I pay, however, for liking the company of the
 SB> old.  And the price is worth it.  As the grand nephew of the Quaker I
 SB> just described said about him, "Because he was so old, he could teach
 SB> me things about love I would, otherwise, have had to wait for years to
 SB> learn.  He taught me that love is not affection.  It is not fondness.
 SB> Affection and fondness are important things in human relationships,
 SB> but love is something different.  Love is a willingness to suffer
 SB> alongside those who are in pain; and to rejoice with those who are
 SB> happy, no
 SB> matter how little or how much affection exists between you."
Your friend is right.
God Bless,
Kay
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