He was difficult
A challenge
Not very enjoyable to visit
Extreme ideology
A Christian Identity adherent
Vocal, preachy
But I hung in there
He enjoyed the company
Confined to his room
Alone
Dying
In the prison infirmary
©2019 Thomas W. Cummins
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March 26, 2019 at 4:04 pm |
What a sad ending. You are an angel for the work you do. Love you
All is as it should be.
Diane Kreuger
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March 28, 2019 at 11:10 am |
What is it that makes one ‘hang in there,’ even while not having an enjoyable experience?
An unselfish soul has no choice but to give itself in service to others, and those on the receiving end are fortunate, to be in your presence.
March 28, 2019 at 1:25 pm |
He passed away on March 24. I will miss him.
March 28, 2019 at 3:19 pm
Yes it is strange how attachments grow in the most unlikely of situations. I’m sorry for your loss Tom, but heaven will me smiling on you.
March 28, 2019 at 3:21 pm |
Oops, spelling error- it should say Heaven will be smiling on you, but then so am I.