Are you compatible with anyone? I think it is unusual to be as agreeable as Sonny & I. We love Louis L’amore’s writings. We have both read everything he has ever written. He wanted a computer so he would know where we were. His e-mails were short.
“Where are you?”
“Time to come home.”
“Are you sick?” etc.
WE loved being together. We could talk for hours about nothing. Before we retired Sherry and I were fortunate to assume a loan on a house a block from Sonny & Colette. When we could, we walked in the evenings. Sherry and her sister Colette talking, Sonny and I behind talking.
Neither considered the other smarter or less intelligent than the other. We were equals, buddies. We worked together to build garages at each other’s houses. We laughed at our mistakes and had many friendly fusses. We have never once fell out or got mad with each other. Never a harsh word. At times,Both of us have dropped what we were doing and helped the other. Our backgrounds were different, our religion was different, our politics at opposite poles. I dislike unions, Sonny is staunch Union.
He loves to eat hog ears, I can’t stand the thoughts. He loves pigs feet I have never in my life chewed on one. His family drank and cursed pretty much. I never knew Sonny to drink any alcohol nor say one swear word.
“Funny thing in the hospital Sonny was hurting terrible. His daughter-in-law and grand daughter were there. A terrible pain hit him and he said, ‘shit’. Both girls said, I have never heard him curse before.”
I was raised in a tee-tottle home.. Yet later in life I did a lot of heavy drinking. As I said our backgrounds were completely different.
BUT WE NEVER SERIOUSLY ARGUED, we agreed to disagree. WE voted different, we went to different churches but never once did we argue. We were buddies.
Today on our visit, I wore a shirt with a USMC logo on it. Sonny was incoherent but I sat on the bed. I had a jacket on. He started pulling my jacket back; I thought he was looking at the shirt. He was working his arm around me, when I realized he was trying to hug me, we hugged. He squeezed me close. He smiled at me and laid his back on the pillow. I asked, “Okay buddy what do you know good?” He just half smiled shook his head, closed his eyes. He only opened them once more. The Nurse came in to get him up for therapy. He was hurting so bad he could hardly move. He held the nurses hand, his eyes pleading. She smiled sweetly at him, like I really do not want to hurt you, and said I will let you rest a little longer.
He did not look at me again during our short visit. I sat there as he drifted off into a medicated sleep and thought of all the fun we had had together. I also thought, Jack, if you live long enough this will be you.
After leaving and heading home, we were both crying. I told Sherry again. Do not do that to me. I do not know Sonny’s wishes; I can’t believe we did not talk about that. Right now he cannot make a rational decision, And he has such a close family.
He is a good guy, thanks for the prayers, more won’t hurt.
Please leave instructions to your family, don’t leave them hanging on the BIG decisions.