Goodnight...
I listened to his heavy breathing on the other end of my hands-free receiver. Sigh! A few more minutes before the line got disconnected and he had drifted off to slumber. It hurt to think that he would sometimes cry himself to sleep. He has always been there for me through my ups and downs. I would often gather my strength from him and I’ve always admired him for his courage and valued his opinions. Listening to him cry and talk about his life’s struggles tore my heart to shreds. He’s such a good person, and whatever life he led, people had no right to judge him and he most certainly deserves to be happy. It was not his choice, he said. I think he deserves more respect than some people—individuals that our deranged society considers normal. As I tried to grope for words of comfort to mutter, tears welled up in my eyes. I wish I could take away his pain…I wish I could make all his problems disappear yet It dawned on me that I couldn't. I can only try to ...