What a joyous time we had together! We talked and talked for hours. After that visit we continued to connect electronically and by phone. The radiation and chemo treatments, the frequent hospitalizations and surgeries often made that communication difficult. Some days Bing would call, barely able to speak, but needing company. We planned to meet again in September, but Bing was too weary to do so. Still we continued to communicate with the means available to us. Bing put up a mighty fight, winning some battles, but he could not win the war. He died, just one year and 23 days after our reconnecting, on March 1, 2013.
The joy of reconnecting with a friend of the past is an experience beyond words to express. The pain of reconnecting with Bing, my friend of the past, makes the following words of poetry poignant.
Here are the struggles and striving;
Here are the cares and the tears;
Now is the time to be smoothing
The frowns, and the furrows and fears.
What, to closed ears, are kind sayings
What, to hushed heart, is deep vow?
Naught can avail after parting
So give them the flowers now!