We met in college, both attending the Episcopal Service on Sunday evening. We've been friends ever since.
Bern and I visited J. at his room in a nursing home in New Haven. He moved to CT years ago and we deepened our friendship.
I took him communion and he was grateful.
He fell down steps a few months ago and seriously hurt himself.
At one point doctors though he might die.
But he didn't.
And I'm glad.
He may be my oldest friend except for M. who went to high school with me.
Friends are like gold--precious and rare.
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