I Lost A Friend Today
I just got IM'd from my wife about the death of my dear friend Dale. Last night he was taken to the hospital by ambulance and diagnosed with internal bleeding in the brain. I spent about an hour there in the hospital with him last night. I apologized to him for him not getting to see my son. It might be selfish of me to feel this way, but I am really bothered that I had over two weeks to bring my son over for Dale to see, and I ignore the promptings telling me to do so.
This was the 3rd stroke Dale has had, the last one left him unable to walk. Dale would regularly ride to and from Church with my wife and I. He was terribly excited about the birth of our first child. I never even spoke to Dale before last night to let him know we had a boy. I hope he knew from someone else. I told him there in the hospital, too late I suppose but I felt I had to tell him. His parents told me that he could hear me, but he didn't show any signs of acknowledgment to anything I said. No movement in his eyes, which were slightly open. Nothing at all.
I personally have no doubt that there is life after death, and I know Dale's faith in that regard is 10 x my own. Honestly I am ecstatic for Dale, because I know he has moved on in life, and where he is at now he won't have any of the physical limitations he suffered from here.
We love you Dale.