So I was called over to an agent's desk so I could help with whatever is going on. "This guy, just got out of his doctor's office. His doctor told him his time is up."
All I could think of to say was, "Oh"
The agent, who is fairly old, himself, said, "Well, he's eighty, so he's lived a full life. He wants us to transfer him to a florist in Townnameville, Arkansas so he can order his wife roses for after he's died."
I won't even claim that I kept myself together, emotionally. I teared up and clutched at my chest. Short story kept short, we Googled florists in his area and transferred him over to them.
I wish I could have spoken to him. I wish I could have learned what his voice sounded like, and heard the words that came out of his mouth. He is the kind of man I want to be, who looks at death and can only think of his dear wife.
The world is losing a good man. For those of you that pray, or believe in God in any way, please ask that this man get what he deserves. For those of you who don't, honor this man, because the world needs more like him, and is a lesser place without him.