A few weeks ago, I posted a blog called Beautiful Lies. In it I refer to a friend that I visit each week in the nursing home. I will call him RR. I walked into his room one day and introduced myself and asked if he would like some company. He was open to it and turned out to be a very personable man. We swapped stories and very soon found ourselves talking as if we had known each other for years.
“Do you play cribbage” he asked.
“Yes” I said, “but it has been years. I’m game to play though, if you will help me score”.
And so it began. Each week when I would arrive, we would drag out the board and play a rubber of three games. I never remember winning more then one game and never a rubber. But it didn’t make any difference. I think we both enjoyed our time together, regardless of the outcome. I know I did.
I also got to meet some of his family, among them, a wife full of love and life. She was one of those people that you meet that become instant friends. But I must say, all of his family were devoted to each other, as you wish all families could be. The bond was palpable.
RR left us a few days ago, and I lost again. But more importantly, RR has won. I wish you luck RR. May your next hand be less painful then the one you just played. I will miss the quiet courage you displayed, your attitude in the face of adversity, and the twinkle in your heart. You were a hard guy to beat but an easy guy to like. Goodbye my friend.