And We Die.

I just called the plumber, who is about to die. I felt it was the least I could do. He could barely speak, but he answered his phone. I could not stop crying. How do you wish someone well who knows they are about to die . . .

I just told him in my fractured French that I was with him, that at least someone was thinking very hard about him.

He s THE SAME AGE AS ME for Chrissakes. And he is facing what no one should ever face until they are very old and very grey.

But I m glad I called him. I couldn t have lived with myself if I hadn t.

Poor Benoit. I will think of you there until it s my turn, I promise. I truly will.

Nicky