50 sense

A friend from my past is dying . This realization evokes many memories as well as thoughts of my own mortality. I wrestled with the dilemma as to whether to travel to my old stomping grounds to see my old friend or to just wait for the funeral. I have opted to wait.

I have been on death watches before and know that it is a deeply personal time reserved for those closest to the dying. That being said I know deep down who will want me there at their final hour and who I hope will encircle my own death bed.