Tuesday, January 04, 2011

James Wilson, my friend.

I am deeply saddened and yet very grateful for the news I got today that my friend and neighbor of many years, James Wilson, died yesterday at the age of 68.  I am grateful because for some time now I have prayed that God would be merciful and take James on to Heaven.  James has suffered with dementia for over a year and for the past several months has been in a nursing home unable to talk or even communicate at all.  I don't think he knew when I visited him and he obviously was not eating and I understand even had a hard time drinking anything.  He had lost a considerable amount of weight and could do nothing but lay in bed and look at the wall.  I picture him riding his new Schwinn all over the golden streets today making friends and waving to everybody in Heaven.  I can't wait to see him again someday.  I know when I do he will say, "I've been wooking and wooking for you all over the pwace!"


The Donald said...

I know he thought the world of you, Todd. You were a good friend to him.

May God's blessings be with him!

The Donald said...

Todd, I've given this some thought, and believe that it's likely when you next meet, James will greet you with a voice every bit as golden as the Columbus, OH [formerly homeless] guy's - all of his earthly imperfections and infirmities gone, and say "thank you for accepting me and being my friend when many others rejected me. My Father would like to have a word with you."

"Todd, well done, my good and faithful servant."