o.h. m.y.
One never knows what the day will bring. Michael's daughter just called me from MA to tell me that he is in the hospital. This is the man I have spoken to each and every day for the past year (up until about two weeks ago) and to whom I gave my heart and almost agreed to spend the rest of my life with until his "lifestyle" put an end to that. His stomach is very bloated and he's bleeding out from it. It doesn't sound good. They've not "named" it yet, but I've seen this before. His lifelong self-abuse with drugs and alcohol has finally caught-up with him and I fear he will die.
I'm not exactly sure what I'm feeling. Many things at once. I'm sorely tempted to fly there, but cannot afford to. I'm tempted not to contact him as we had broken off our "relationship" and then I think I should call to offer my support...and my forgiveness...which I'm still hanging onto. Oh. my. I've never been in this position and it's just so ... so ... I don't even know what words to put to it. I am sure the chaplain in me will respond. However, the woman in me doesn't have a clue how to.
update:
Golly bum. My heart feels so heavy laden with sadness.
The chaplain called his cell phone which his daughter said is turned-off right now.
The woman left a message. The words wouldn't come easily, but he knows me so well...I know that he will hear me. :(
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