my best life 07.10.17.1204P

I picked it up and stuck it in my back pocket.
Standing in line in the dining room, I waited for my tray.
I was looking around for John. I hadn’t seen him for a
couple of days and wanted to make sure we had a chance
to say goodbye. I also was anxious to tell him what I had
learned yesterday in hopes that it might inspire him in
some way.
“Thompson…” my name was called.
I walked forward to collect my tray and asked the orderly,
“Have you seen John?” He handed me my tray, looked at
me with a silent stare and said nothing. Our eyes
remained connected for a few seconds as I turned and
walked away with my breakfast.
I think he knew, but either he couldn’t tell me OR he
wouldn’t tell me. I sat down at the table and pulled
another chair close to me hoping that John would walk in
at any moment and sit with me.
Other patients walked slowly by, some staring at me as if
they had something to say, but never did.
It was clear to everyone that I was going home.
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