Memorial Day Reminder
“I’d like to see him.” In between my sips of cabernet and the passing of crispy blue cheese potato bites, my words surprised me. At happy hour with my girlfriends, I learned that Gary had entered hospice. I have not seen Gary in a couple of years. Maybe three. While I’ve asked others how he was doing, I made no effort to connect. Now I heard myself asking for the phone number so I could visit. Gary was my neighbor. Developmentally disabled, he came to live with the couple next door as an adult, joining two other men who’d found
