I’m a heel. Following a public flushing of the Scobleizer from my feeds, I hear that his mother is gravely, terminally ill. Robert is at her bedside in Montana.

In one small slice of time, Robert has gone from being another echo in the chamber, to someone like all of us are: frail, human, vulnerable, and not at all in control of our lives.

One of my parents died suddenly; the other after a protracted illness. In both cases, I was just along, powerless to influence the outcome. But I had to be there with them both. I understand some of what Robert is going through right now, and am equally powerless to influence anything here. But I’m thinking of him, and wish him and his family strength and grace.

Robert describes getting the bad news.
From that post:

How do you say goodbye? One hand squeeze at a time.

Those words should be taken to heart by all of us, and not just when a friend or loved one is at death’s door. We never know for certain if we’ll return home in the evening, after leaving for work in the morning. So just follow the advice, OK?

-k-

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