Goodbye, my friend
--by kmecmargy, posted May 9, 2023
My shop partner had a dream that she bathed this man, and the next day he knocked on the door and asked for a 2$ loan. We invited him in and washed his hair(and face and neck), cut his hair and gave him 2$. Which he paid back when he got his social security check. He said he gets robbed any time he has $. So eventually I became his address for his check, cashed it and doled it out as needed throughout the month. We became friends.
I found him one rainy evening, unable to get up from the sidewalk. I called a rig to get him to hospital (pneumonia). The rig driver put on gloves, heaved him onto the back of the van as if he were a duffle bag. We became his emergency contact, worked with social worker to get him a room in a shelter hotel who took over his money. Didn’t hear much for a couple years, until I got a call that he was in icu in coma. By this time I had contact info for family far away. Informed them, and our friends brother travelled to meet us at the hospital. My partner and I had bathed him, washed his hair again and shaved his beard. As we sat with his brother there in icu, we told him of his brother’s kindness, integrity, and how we will always remember him. He died in good company as we gently sang our prayers. Goodbye, my friend.