I had to go visit an old Girlfriend in hospice. Cancer. She’d requested to see me, so I went. We talked, a little; she told me why she left and that she liked me. Thought I was one of the nicest people she knew.

I had to be somebody’s, right?

Her mother was there and some cousins. Apparently she talked about me a lot. I answered their questions. I held her hand. We cried some.

She’s gone. Dying quick, even violently, seems like a kindness now.

I’ll be better next week.