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| The Meeting Robert H Gilbert, Jr January 25, 2004 |
| I was sitting in my recliner one evening, when the phone rang. It was my best friend’s daughter. She told me that her dad was about to leave this world, and he wanted to see me one more time. I said, “Sure, I will be there shortly. It was about a ten minute drive to the hospital. Upon arriving on the floor to his room, there were family members with heads on others shoulders, and some crying to themselves. When his daughter seen me, she walked over and said, “Go on in, he is waiting”. |
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| I walked into his room with a fake smile, but a tear in the corner of my eye. I seen him slowly open his eyes and a little smile crossed his face. He reached out his hand to me and I took it. He said, “I wanted to see my friend one more time before I leave this ole world behind. |
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| He moved his right arm out from under the covers and then reached over to me. As I opened my left hand, he placed a card in it. He said, “read it later, but not too long though”. I said, “ok”. He then closed his eyes one last time. |
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