Happiness. It's relative.
As I listened to the priest describe how former Secretary of State James Baker had rubbed President George H.W. Bush’s feet as he neared death, I wondered to myself, do I have someone who would do this for me?
A wife would do this or a husband. But it is a rare friend who would take such care. Do I have such a friend? Would I be such a friend?
Sitting at the end of a pew at the National Cathedral, James Baker leaned forward and sobbed when the priest told this story. His sorrow took up his whole body and he shook for a long moment thinking of the time he spent holding his friend’s feet while his friend was dying.
I will remember this for a long time.
The heartfelt tributes to President Bush remind us of a kinder, gentler time….not that long ago.
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This was, I think, the most tear-jerking moment of the funeral for me.
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it gave me chills just to read this. friendship is so precious
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Ksbeth, so true. It’s sad that we often save these tender words for funerals.
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