I was unable to reach Larry on Thursday and hoped against hope that he missed my repeated calls because he was sleeping. On Friday, my anxiety increased as my calls went directly to message.
Late that day, his partner Ann called with some good news. Larry tested negative for Covid so family members were cleared to visit him for the first time since mid-December. As well, :Larry has been moved back to a local hospital which makes it so much easier for his family to see him now.
Today, Anne called with details of her emotional visit. She and Larry's son arrived ninety minutes ahead of their appointed time but a kind nurse, appreciating their situation,, led them directly to his room.
"It felt so wonderful to hold his hand again," Anne shared, her voice breaking with emotion. "Larry's pain meds have been greatly increased so he's fading in and out of sleep now."
"What happened to his phone?" I asked.
"It seems to be broken," she explained. "But really, I don't think he's capable of phone conversations now."
I felt devastated.
I knew this day would come but the news was still jarring and left me feeling empty.
I have grown to love my conversations with my hero. A few days ago, he talked about his sky diving exploits. Then, it was all about downhill skiing techniques followed by the benefits of drinking distilled water. There was no telling where our chats would go.
And now, I guess I just have to wait.
Wait and pray that Larry is comfortable and that he is at peace when he embarks on his next adventure, the one that finally takes him home.
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