Friday, May 12, 2017
Years ago, my great friend Beverly suffered a severe stroke and went into a nursing home. Inexplicably, and to my dismay, I learned that she didn't want any visitors. It was difficult for her to talk on the phone, so I was reduced to writing her little notes. At one point, I called her rabbi. I thought I was calling to ask how she was doing, but I realized I wanted to vent about being cut off and how sad it made me feel. The rabbi, a very loving man, gave me advice about letting go.
The other day my friend Marilyn told me how disturbed she was that her friend Paul was dying and she wasn't able to see him for one last time. I wrote back.
Don't be concerned about Paul and his caretakers. When his soul leaves his body, he will leave knowing what a great friend you were and how you were there for him. He is beyond your reach now, except for his place in your mind. You are in charge of that.
Bev remains alive in my mind.