I rest in peace
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, SIXTEEN messages in the Times obituaries. One from Helen and Irwin: "Grossman - Patricia. A special person and a warm and caring friend. We will miss you." That's sweet. And from Sandy and Bud Kahn: "We record with great sorrow the untimely passing of a great lady, wife and mother..." Even a boxed condolence message from Claire and Seymour. But nothing from you.
That's okay. I know. You didn't want to upset Mary and the kids. I understand. I did want to see you, though. To touch you one last time. I told the nurse to call you at your office and leave a message. You didn't come. That's perfectly all right. And I'm not bitter for not getting a single card from you in all these years. Not for my birthday; not for Christmas; not for Valentine's Day. I understand.
When I saw you standing in the corner, alone, with everyone else at the funeral, it meant the world to me. I reset in peace, Tom. I rest in peace.