A Winter in the Summer

Last week I was on business in NYC and visited my friend. I usually arrive a day early to check into the hotel and head to his and his brothers place on upper East Side. However, this time was different because I would see his brother for the very first time since his surgery. The timing was good he arriving by subway and I by taxi meeting at the same time at his door.

We walked in and his mother yelled my name asking why I was in town. Just business I told her, but K and I will be going for a run around the park. As I walked into the living room I see the body of half a man. A million thoughts ran through my head as I looked upon a my friend's brother sitting in a chair with a blanket in the sweltering heat because he is cold. Despite being humid, he request another blanket because he was cold. When I heard that I had to turn away because a tear came to my eye and the memory of a similar request from my dying grandfather.

While C and his mom went for a walk, K and I ran around the park. He told me to take it easy as he has not been running much. I kind of figured since he was taking care of C. The conversation and what was not said revealed so much. Everyone has hope that C will survive, but all know that it is very difficult road.

As I said goodbye to everyone, I told C he better be healthy next time I come back. I know some will take that statement as callous, but you did not grow up in Mass and realize you never let up on your friends no matter what their condition. C I pray for you and your family daily.