My cancer-stricken friend died last night. They had stopped the feeding tube over a week ago, and still she hung on. The last time I saw her was about 3 weeks ago, and I thought it looked like it could be any time, even then. The hospice people were amazed she lasted as long as she did. I am very sad, but also so relieved that she's finally at peace. I know she was ready to leave that ravaged body. Her cats had all gone to their new homes, which I know was a huge relief to her. And I imagine that even now she's in the midst of a joyful reunion with all those rescued kitties who'd gone before. I know when I pass over, I'm fully expecting a long line of little furry faces and wagging tails!
Okay, I'm getting teary. Moving on.
Don't get all excited, or anything...but the professor and I are still emailing. I gave him my number, and we may talk on the phone tonight. I still have no great expectations, but it's nice to have something to think about other than...what was his name again? Heh.