A few months ago I wrote a blog about a friend’s wife who lives with a lot of pain. What makes it more difficult is that they have young children.
Our friend has just announced that he is retiring at the end of the month.
His wife had told me that she wanted him to retire so he could take care of her.
At another funeral earlier this year, we spoke about the conversations I have had with his wife. Apparently, those conversations were quickly forgotten due to a haze of pain pills. After the morphine pump installation failed, he was trying to get her into a facility to detox and help with pain management. All efforts have failed.
He is at the end of his rope.
He is part of Michel’s group of “boys night out.” He wants to get together with them for a small celebration of his retirement at a local English pub for a few drinks, darts and some food.
To add to all this, we just learned that his mother just died. Burial services are Tuesday. Because it was a sudden illness and death, he is a wreck. I just want to wrap my arms around him and tell him it will all work out somehow. It is my hope.
He is at the end of his rope.
His future is so uncertain at this most pivotal point in his life.
To add to all this, we just learned that his mother just died. Burial services are Tuesday. Because it was a sudden illness and death, he is a wreck. I just want to wrap my arms around him and tell him it will all work out somehow. It is my hope.
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