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.