I spent the entire day running errands on this gloomy, chilly, and windy day. First I went to the egg farm, and afterward I drove to the turkey farm, where I got turkey, beef, chicken, and a few other items. Then to the butcher for pork. Next, I went to the grocery store and the hardware store and stopped at the pharmacy. I came home, unpacked everything, and took out the trash.
I made a couple of phone calls. One was to a very old friend I haven't spoken to in a while. I called to wish him a happy birthday. His girlfriend answered, which is unusual. I thought something must be up, and sadly, I was right. The news was grim. She informed me that my friend had spent some time in the hospital due to a serious infection. She didn't go into detail except to say that it affected his intellect and that he was now suffering from dementia. They'd been told that when the infection cleared up, he'd be more like himself again, but that didn't happen, and now he's only growing worse. She said, “He might remember you.”
We've had a long history of great moments together, vacations, and a really close friendship. He wasn't there when I spoke to him. He had forgotten about my husband and me, his job, and the fact that it was his birthday. His children and girlfriend are both doing everything they can to support him, and I'm glad he has them to rely on. I'm incredibly sad and utterly heartbroken. I love that man.