Was just beginning today’s blog when a text came in.
A friend from the past is in a hospital here in Raleigh. His cancer has returned…in his liver…and he’s terminal.
He’s a good guy. Met him in college. Ran around some together. He’s one of those people who always had a smile on his face.
During his life he had a lot of success, then ran into some difficulties.
He has a wife who has always stood by him and children who love him. A lucky man.
Whenever I hear about someone who’s standing on the platform waiting for the last train home to stop at the station to pick him or her up I wonder, “What are they thinking?”
They know the end is near…very near.
What are they proud of? What do they regret?
Whenever I get this sort of news two words always come immediately to mind: