I met this man a few days ago...well, not really "met." You see he was going into cardiac arrest when I first "met" him. I remember them working on him, trying to bring him back. He was dying. No pulse, no heartbeat. I stood by his bed praying for him to come back with tears flowing down my face. I didn't know him but I knew his story.
He had a disease that was killing him and he was ready to go. He didn't want to come back but my heart broke watching him die. They did get him back but didn't think he would make it through the night.
I thought about him for days. Wondering how he was doing, praying he was alive. I don't know why but I felt connected to him. I wanted him to live.
Well I saw him again and finally really met him. He looked so much better with a radiance about him. I spent the day with him. Talking about fishing, laughing, getting to know him. His disease is bad not giving him much longer to live but it's okay. That radiance is there. That shine that says "It's okay. I'm ready and I'm excited."
As I left for the day, I knew I would not see him again. I told him to get well so we could go fishing (something he desires to do again.) He smiles and said " Darling, it's a date." Well, I make it to the door and he says "Lisa...if I don't get to go fishing with you here, I'll save you a spot at the fishing hole in Heaven." "It's a date," I replied with tears in my eyes.
This man touched my life. In the short time I knew him he touched my life. I won't ever forget this sweet man and know someday I will see him again...at the fishing hole in Heaven.