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You know how...over time..you just lose friends....people just move apart...and you lose contact with them.....yet you still have their phone number in your mobile. Always there, like a ghost almost. Some little tiny part that could alow you to contact them again..but you know you probably never will, just as they will never contact you.
I was getting a lift home from a Pit Boss from work tonight, we were talking about that...then he told me that he had phone numbers like that except for one which belonged to a woman that is now dead.
By the end of his story I was in tears and very much trying to hide it.
This woman would come into the Casino very often and gamble, at the time he was just a floor manager and because she was a regular he would always talk about her, eventually over time they became friends and he learnt a lot about her. She owned a business and she also helped children living on the street, she alowed them to come into her home and change, wash their clothes, have a shower as long as they didnt mess up the place, she would foster children, feed them, take care of them. She also had two sons of her own. And while doing that, she still could go and gamble at the casino, and she would win. She won a lot.
Then one day, she comes in with a scarf around her head. He doesnt ask why, but they joke around about it, she laughs. Then afterwards she tells him that she has cancer and that she has only 6 months to live. She lives for another 2 and a half years, and during the time travelled overseas with the money she won to try and have the cancer removed. But its too late, and eventually she stops coming into the casino. The cancer has spread through almost her entire body and she has to have a packet of morphine connected to her constantly. Then one day, he gets a phone call from her, she thanks him for his friendship, for his company and says her last goodbye.
The next she dies.
And he still keeps her phone number.
I was getting a lift home from a Pit Boss from work tonight, we were talking about that...then he told me that he had phone numbers like that except for one which belonged to a woman that is now dead.
By the end of his story I was in tears and very much trying to hide it.
This woman would come into the Casino very often and gamble, at the time he was just a floor manager and because she was a regular he would always talk about her, eventually over time they became friends and he learnt a lot about her. She owned a business and she also helped children living on the street, she alowed them to come into her home and change, wash their clothes, have a shower as long as they didnt mess up the place, she would foster children, feed them, take care of them. She also had two sons of her own. And while doing that, she still could go and gamble at the casino, and she would win. She won a lot.
Then one day, she comes in with a scarf around her head. He doesnt ask why, but they joke around about it, she laughs. Then afterwards she tells him that she has cancer and that she has only 6 months to live. She lives for another 2 and a half years, and during the time travelled overseas with the money she won to try and have the cancer removed. But its too late, and eventually she stops coming into the casino. The cancer has spread through almost her entire body and she has to have a packet of morphine connected to her constantly. Then one day, he gets a phone call from her, she thanks him for his friendship, for his company and says her last goodbye.
The next she dies.
And he still keeps her phone number.