An E-Mail from a Friend

An e-mail from a friend:

Hi Michael,

It's C from S on Central Street!!  I've had a busy morning and around 1 o'clock I decided I was hungry.  I thought to myself "it's a tuna melt kind of day". I walked over to Prairie Joe's to pick up my lunch and as I'm standing in front of the counter I looked down because I though I happened to see your name.  Sure enough, I did!! There was this book of poetry on the counter and I picked it up and skimmed through it.  Sure enough, I saw a picture of you and Greg and I had to hold back my tears.  The title now made perfect sense to me.  I purchased the book because Aydin told me that all of the proceeds go towards the Lieberman RC.  I love you for this. Know that you and Greg are in my prayers. I am looking forward to going home, pouring myself a glass of wine and enjoying the book. 

A Phone Call

B,

Good talking with you on the telephone the other day. I kiddingly said, "You were my first!" and we  laughed. But you were the first person I could really talk with about Gregory's diagnosis who knew the impossibility of what I was and am going through.

Being so close to Gregory's family and knowing Gregory since he was a kid ... yet not being family ... made you the perfect support candidate. I think that your and Les's diagnosis was about ten years ahead of Gregory and mine. 

So I suffered my situation and yours as well. Hopefully I was a support to you. Now Les has moved on, the man you loved still lives on in your memory. Gregory will probably not move on for many years to come but as you said, "The man I love still lives in my memory."

Love you lots, thanks for being there for me, thanks for being you,

Michael