I've known him for all of five years -- not deeply or actively but persistently the way one knows someone he interacts with at the synagogue on a weekly basis. Perhaps two years ago he moved to an assisted living establishment near me and I was the obvious choice to drive him to and from services.
And I did. Almost every Friday evening and then again on Saturday morning. Saturdays proved to be special. I'd pick him up an hour and a half early and take him to breakfast before going to the synagogue.
He suffered from increasing memory loss. Our conversations were shallow, each being pretty much a repeat of the conversations of the previous week.
A few months ago he started having episodes of severe weakness and dizziness. After weeks in and out of the hospital he was moved to a nursing home where he now rapidly deteriorates. My wife and I visit him and all he can say - over and over again - is: "I feel so lost."
It is a horrible and horribly undignified way to die, and it's just very, very hard to watch.
I need to get some rest ...
And I did. Almost every Friday evening and then again on Saturday morning. Saturdays proved to be special. I'd pick him up an hour and a half early and take him to breakfast before going to the synagogue.
He suffered from increasing memory loss. Our conversations were shallow, each being pretty much a repeat of the conversations of the previous week.
A few months ago he started having episodes of severe weakness and dizziness. After weeks in and out of the hospital he was moved to a nursing home where he now rapidly deteriorates. My wife and I visit him and all he can say - over and over again - is: "I feel so lost."
It is a horrible and horribly undignified way to die, and it's just very, very hard to watch.
I need to get some rest ...