This Writer’s Journey

My Ninety-Six-Year-Old Friends Passed Away Last Week, After a Short Ailment.

This Is the Message I Had His Stepdaughter Read to Him the Day Before He Passed.

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My ninety-six-year-old friends passed away last week, after a short ailment.

This is the message I had his stepdaughter read to him the day before he passed.

Hello Bob, this is your friend Roger here.

Thanks for allowing me into your life and for being my friend.

We met when you were having a tough time with Ruth’s unexpected condition. Life is not always fair, but you approach it with kindness to those around you. The way you cared for Ruth with love was an example of love for others to see.

Maybe you are nearing the end of life on this planet, or not. We will all know for sure when it is a done deal.

I will share with you my memories of the times we share in no certain order.

I recall golfing the first day I met you, you the pro, or that is what I thought, and me, well, the caddy kind of golfer. We laughed and had fun that day.

Later, I, the computer guy, thought maybe your wife could use a computer to help communicate…