I couldn’t get the elderly man off my mind. So I wrote him a letter. (We had been friends for about 20 years I guess, then he told me never to call him again.) In the letter I said that I felt he was right, we needed to say goodbye because I cause him so much frustration. But I didn’t want to say goodbye with bitterness and a phone hang-up. I wrote about special memories of having dinner with his son and friends at his house; looking at flowers in his garden and making a special trip to see his cherry tree in full bloom. I thanked him again for a Christmas gift from years ago. I remembered a day I was resting at his house while Ron visited, and he brought a single gardenia in a waterglass and placed it beside my bed with a smile. Oh, and I told him how much I loved to hear him laugh and see his blue eyes sparkle when he laughed really hard it was like hissing; it made me laugh too. I told him I pray for his breathing and ask God to bless him in every way. Now, that, to me, is a proper goodbye if things can’t work out. I had waited and given him time to call or something, but the friendship is really over, said, and done. I can accept that as long as there is peace and fond memories. Anybody have an opinion about my letter? I know I run the risk of starting the friendship back up, but I ran it by my hubby and he thought it was just right. What do you think?