This morning I lost a friend. I hadn’t known him long, he was a client of a charity with which I am associated. In the short time that I have spent with my new friend, he was never able to speak, at least not clearly. Yet he was a lovely man with a twinkle in his eye, a man who knew that death was imminent, and yet we spent a few hours together and the smile in his eyes never faded.
I grieve, I am greatly saddened because this small but lovely light has gone out. This tiny dynamo of humanity is no more and we are all the poorer for it.
I have no right to grieve, I hardly knew the man. Yet, in that family home, there is and will remain a simple truth and it is this; none of us can love too much. Here, in a place unfamiliar to me, is grace and kindness of unbelievable power. It has been a privilege to be touched by the selfless giving and patient kindness of this family.
My short relationship is regretted only in that it was so short, but the example of the living and my now departed friend will be with me forever.