Friday, April 30, 2010

Post 1213 - Still No Word

Many years ago, I had a job working for a consulting company. Said company was going through a major re-org, which would result in the company's being purchased by another company. It's a long, sordid tale, and I don't want to bore you with it.

Anyway, the then-current owner of the company, who went on to own, and then sell, The Ottawa Senators ice hockey team, promised all employees he would keep us informed as to the selling of the company he was trying to unload. He kept his promise. Hoo boy, did he ever! With every bi-weekly pay stub, there would be another update. The update ran along the lines of, "I have nothing to report this week". This went on for months, until someone quipped, "SHL Update #427. Frig you. The company hasn't been sold yet. Go ahead and borrow the keys to my Jag and take my daughter out on the town".

I feel a little like that now, except that I have no children and will never be ok'd for financing a Jaguar, and don't know if they even still make them.  The person I've been visiting every day this week, multiple times, is still with us.  There have been some small changes in his condition.  Some are good.  Most are not.   The bad ones will get worse; and the good ones will become fewer and further between, probably sooner rather than later, until they reach their denouement. 

This person means an awful lot to me, and is very close to me.  I want to be with him during this final journey, until our ways must part, and he has to continue on the path by himself, as we all do when our time comes. 

It just hurts so much.

Bevboy

4 comments:

deboss1 said...

Bev, just know that Deena and I pray for both you and your friend, however things will turn out. Just know that there is that comfort to fall back on... that folks down here think so much of you and wish you well.

Les Muise said...

My father died of a massive heart attack at 53...I'm now 3 years older than he was. The heart attack was on a Sunday morning, at home, He was kept 'alive' till the next Friday... I lived 2 min from the hospital and was there every moment .... so I have an idea of what your facing.

It's always too soon, it's always too hard, it's always impossible to believe...

hang in ... it will be...

rosweed said...

I'm sorry to hear your sad news. My mom and dad a little over a year apart. That was back in 1997 and 1998. It doesn't hurt as much now, but there's always going to be a wound that never heals.

Bevboy said...

Thanks for your kinds words, Mark and Les and Shawn. Very much appreciated. His condition is worsening and his death will be here in a few days, or so the LPN tells me. He's had a good life. I am trying to focus on that.

Thanks again.

Bev