As I write, I'm sitting, quietly, in a beautiful room, watching over a dying friend, as he sleeps. We’ve just spent the last hour talking about the truths we’ve encountered in life and what we’re left with, when all the dross is swept away. It's been a lovely sharing of hearts and communion of souls. I am so very grateful that we can speak so plainly of life, death, fear, joy and reality. So many, simply, don't know how.
This has all been a poignant reminder of a subject so