This time last year, I was spending my lunch hour walking down to University of Maryland hospital to visit a guy who was like a brother to me. His family and friends stood around his hospital bed exchanging funny sotires and fond memories of a person who touched anyone he met. His brother came home from War to stand watch at his bed side. His parents drove down from NY to bring their uncomparable love closer. His wife stood strong by his side unshakable in her love for him. Friends came from all over the country to spend a few more moments with him.
I hadn’t seen Sean in about four years before this event. We were very close but had drifted as our lives became increasingly busy. When I first saw Sean laying in his bed, he was conscious but barely able to speak. I spent a few hours with him catching him up on what I had done in our time apart and how “succesful” I had become. He was always concerned with how I was doing professionally, encouraging me to always make more money and be happy. I talked to Sean and despite all the obvious contradictions, it felt as though nothing was wrong. It felt like we had just seen each other the day before and it felt like we were going to see each other the day after. When I arrived the next day, Sean was unconscious and he would never wake up again.
“The glorious chariots of kings wear out, and the body wears out and grows old; but the virtue of the good never grows old…”
I miss my friend, my pseudo brother, my buddy but at the same time, I’m so glad that he gets to lay down his weapons of will and enjoy the peace he deserves. His good deeds and kind heart will ensure him a pleasant next life just as they have made our lives a little more pleasant.