See you..... Later. Those were my last words to a dying man. A friend. Family. As I walked away I knew I wouldn't see him again. I really hoped at our last meeting, I would have something better to say. I wanted to tell him I loved him. That I was so thankful for his friendship to our family. That he and his wife were the best kind of neighbors we could hope for.
A few minuets earlier, his wife asked him if he knew who was visiting. He simply said "Jenny." I'm thankful for that. He knew I was there. As I was leaving, I said "Well, I will see you... Later." He just nodded. I know he didn't have the strength to say anything more. So I left. I felt at the time maybe I should go back and say something. Anything. But I didn't. And maybe that's OK. I pray that he knew by my presence how I felt about them. I was there that day because I had picked things up at the store for them. I had brought dinners, and flowers and asked a million times, "what else can I do?" I was there because I love them, and I am comforted by "See you.... Later." Because I know that this isn't the end. This isn't goodbye. It's only see you later.
