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I just found out my best friend's father died earlier today. She's the friend who hates when I say how long we've known each other, but since you guys don't know her, I've known her thirty years come September. Her late sister took the picture in my icon.
Yesterday was my friend's birthday, and, it sounds silly, but I was so glad her father didn't die then. There was a party, just a small group of friends for dinner with her parents, on Saturday, and I got to see her dad then. He looked weak, but I've seen weaker looking people live for years. His hearing was very poor, but his mind wasn't. We had a good conversation about the election. And he said he was so happy to see me. It had been over two years since the last time. I'm so glad I had the chance to say some kind of goodbye.
When we sat down to the table on Saturday, he patted my hand and said he remembered what a beautiful actress I was. It meant so much to me that someone remembered my dream, even if it hasn't come true.
He was a good man. Neither of his daughters ever had a bad word to say about him. He was always kind to me and treated me as an intellectual equal, even as a callow seventeen year old. He took joy in good food, good conversation, and not only made friends widely, he kept them for his lifetime.
Yesterday was my friend's birthday, and, it sounds silly, but I was so glad her father didn't die then. There was a party, just a small group of friends for dinner with her parents, on Saturday, and I got to see her dad then. He looked weak, but I've seen weaker looking people live for years. His hearing was very poor, but his mind wasn't. We had a good conversation about the election. And he said he was so happy to see me. It had been over two years since the last time. I'm so glad I had the chance to say some kind of goodbye.
When we sat down to the table on Saturday, he patted my hand and said he remembered what a beautiful actress I was. It meant so much to me that someone remembered my dream, even if it hasn't come true.
He was a good man. Neither of his daughters ever had a bad word to say about him. He was always kind to me and treated me as an intellectual equal, even as a callow seventeen year old. He took joy in good food, good conversation, and not only made friends widely, he kept them for his lifetime.