He
went on to explain his meaning as we entered a deep spiritual discussion
lasting two and a half hours. That interlude initiated a seventeen year
“supernatural” journey which we shared.
Though
I personally participated in this “Spiritual” learning experience, if someone
told me the story, I would be most skeptical of such narrative and find it
difficult to believe. I am no saint by a long measure, but, to blaspheme or
commit heresy concerning the Deity would be fearsome.
Michael
got sick in 2010; I had spent five hospital stays within a year suffering physical
ailments in 2007. Three times in this life I have been close to death; twice in
that troubled year.
I
still joke, “When I was sick a lot of people prayed, but, I---lived…anyway!”
Makes some nervous. Also, I like, “I died, but they didn’t want me over there
either, and sent me back.”
Though
Michael and I were exceptionally close spiritually, we saw each other only on a
dozen or so occasions though we talked nearly every day for hours at a time. I
still love him!
I
sought medical treatment at the behest of my family, for their sake, rather
than my own; some people actually are not afraid of death. Michael was one of
those and, sadly, he succumbed to his health issues, though---without…regret!
Faith! Right through to the end. Amen!
I
miss my dear friend; always will. One of the very “Good” guys! Amen! He awaits.
Rest in peace!
Mon Amie! J’amour vous! I’ll remember: Forever and a day!
Amen!
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