So, I don't write as much as I did before... I'm not sure if that is because I'm depressed or because I don't have anything positive to say. (Looking back, there has been a LOT of whining).
But one of my friends is in hospice. He was my lab instructor at Pierce, a friend for many years and even a roommate for a while... and he married another friend whom I introduced, and would not (still!) take any credit for getting them together. Other than the fact that I goofed on dinner plans with each and merged them rather than welsh on either...
But I have already said goodby; and his wife keeps insisting that it's ok for me to go back and visit without her; and she's not realizing that it's incredibly difficult to see him in that state; knowing that he is just waiting to die.
I've never been entirely comfortable around his wife... not because she's not a good person or anything like that; I just find her difficult to take in large doses. I have a group of friends like that; and I don't want to upset them by telling them that my ears are full, or that I cannot continue a conversation because my tolerance limit has been exceeded. That is MY problem, not theirs.
But it does make it more difficult.
Hence, the silence.
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