This week we received news of the death of an old friend in a southern nursing home. She had died in November, well before I sent my usual card at Christmas, when I had promised to visit her early in the new year. Last time we saw her she said she was unwell and tired of living, and feeling very ready to leave this earth. Remembering that, I didn't feel so sad about hearing she had gone. But I would have liked to have seen her one more time.
Today I made time to catch up - by mail, e-mail and phone - with a number of old friends who are still around, but like me, getting on in years. It took most of the day, but I felt it was time well spent ... especially when this little poem turned up in my IN box this afternoon:
And he rang mine - but we were younger then,
Tired of playing a foolish game,
"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call on Jim,
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
Around the corner, yet miles away...
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.