Those readers who’ve been wondering where I’ve been the last week or so (and there have been quite a few of you), I’ve been spending time with a seriously ill friend by the name of Jim Hensley. I’d met but never really gotten to know Jim before a few months ago. That changed when he was admitted to the hospital for the long term in July. A few odd drop-ins turned into near-daily visits as Jim got sicker. As dire and uncomfortable as things got, he never lost his sense of humor, and that made the visits quite easy and, usually, entertaining.
Last weekend I found out Jim only had a few days left, which meant there wasn’t time for baking. He finally passed on Wednesday, and though I worried he’d suffer at the end, he went very peacefully and comfortably. More proof that God is always there for us when we need him most. Jim’s gone now in body but still around in spirit, and that’s a thought that’s going to comfort me, because I’ll miss him. We came to be friends under dire circumstances, which I suppose isn’t really so odd, since dire circumstances have a humor and uplift that’s all their own.
It was a privilege knowing Jim, and a great honor to be able to be there for the end of his time on Earth. He went far too young, in his 40’s only. But now he’s liberated and I’m happy for him…if sad for myself. I got attached to that nerd. I hated to see him go.