>> Wednesday, March 9, 2011
For several years I lost touch with them. We each went to different churches. But a few years ago, we both landed in the same church. And again, I was in choir with them and met them at church.
Dennis worked at the
site. In the mornings before work, some of the employees would gather on the grass to do some stretching exercises. Many days they were so busy swatting mosquitoes that exercise was impossible, so they moved to an asphalt area to get away from the insects. Hanford
In 2009, Dennis came down with
West Nile virus. He developed encephalitis, an infection of the brain and was hospitalized for ten days. Some days he could go to work, other days he was re-admitted to the hospital. They traveled to other cities seeking expert medical advice for his lingering symptoms, such as constant pressure in his head.
Even though it was obvious to others he was still in distress … very thin and the smile gone … he continued to be active in choir. Last week I sat in front of him as we practiced the songs for Easter.
Last night at choir, Dennis and Teddi were not there. You see, he took his life on Monday evening. We sat in a circle … cried … prayed … and told stories about Dennis.
It’s hard to think of other things. His death re-arranges priorities. I don’t want to forget that life is very short. We never know if we will see that person again. Give them a hug. Tell them you love them. Reach out in some way to help them feel someone cares.