That was not necessary and I had told him so repeatedly. But, he said it was something he could do.Before each holiday he would call me up and say, he was on his way with my barbecue. He always told he would never forget how good I was to his whole family.
I tried to tell him I treated everyone the same. But, truthfully some are easier to love. Mr. Fred was one of those.
I came to care for Mr. Fred around 4:30 on Tuesday evening on the eighth of January. Which believe it or not was the anniversary of his wife’s death two years before on the eighth.
They say it’s a small world and I believe it.
Mr. Fred had been hanging out in his recliner for the last week. If he wasn’t at the the doctor’s office, he was sitting in the recliner day and night. Those ribs made it impossible to lie down and then get up to go to the bathroom.
I met his son Luke and his Daughter June at 4:30 like I’d said. A hospice admissions nurse came 20 minutes later to admit him to hospice.
He slept in the recliner that night. We would get the new meds from the hospice pharmacy the next morning. The next morning Mr. Fred was in a lot of pain until we got the meds from the hospice pharmacy. A short time later Mr. Fred was in no pain for the first time in a week and a half. I was able to clean him up and put him in bed for the first time in a week in a half. He had a lot of company that 2 days. 54 friends and relatives came to see their friend and loved one. He had a good night was very comfortable.No pain with new pain meds.
The 3rd day found Mr. Fred unable to get up. Awake off and on part of the morning. But, unable to speak. By early afternoon he was unresponsive to all.
He had over 38 people come by that afternoon and morning.
6:30 am the next morning I called the family. The son came ASAP the daughter started up from Atlanta Ga. His sister Susan came who lived in town. Mr. Fred died around 11:15 am , a half hour after his daughter arrived. Friends and family continued to arrive until around 4 pm.
This man’s legacy wasn’t in his earthly processions but rather his legacy was in his friends left behind. He always had time for a friend. He was a natural encourager and an inspiration to those that new him.
A man that hath friends must be found friendly. And there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
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Scarlett and Elaine