A friend loves at all times…
“The simple things are the best. That could have been the message shared between Jerome and I the final time I saw him.
Jerome was in the hospital for an extended stay. I went by just to visit for a while. Among the usual talk of TV days and pleasantries, the conversation turned to the season of the year. We both related that when we were growing up, this season (summer) was always our favorite. You could find fresh vegetables and fruit on almost any corner in the country towns where we grew up.
Soon we were thinking about how good watermelons tasted, cantaloupe smelled, how juicy the bite into fresh peach was, and even embarrassing moments caused because of eager eating habits and stains from the fresh, juicy garden treats . After a while the conversation waned , and a silence fell. Jerome drifted off into a deep sleep. While I sat there watching him and noticing his intermittent, irregular breathing… I felt the time was growing near for this dear friend to claim his place in glory. I decided that we’d continue our conversation when he woke up again, so I sat quietly at his side.
About 45 minutes passed, Jerome stirred a little, opened his eyes and said, ” You know, I’d love to have some watermelon… oh and a hot dog too… with everything on it!” Jerome fought diabetes for most of his life, but I guess he also sensed his time coming and wanted to make the most of the time he had left. No sooner said than done. Within an hour Trina (my wife) and I made a run to a local grocery store, and of course, to Coit’s for the hot dogs. We returned to the room and shared a wonderful meal with Jerome and of course, more memories . You’d think we’d just placed a chunk of gold in his hands with the meal we presented. Jerome made us feel so very special that day, just by doing something so very simple.
More than ever, I realized it was the “simple things” that I would always remember as the best of times with my brother, Jerome.”
Jerome Bushyhead enjoys conversation with a friend…
A man of many companions may come to ruin,
but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.