We laughed about our gray hair, our aching knees, and the foolish dreams we had once shared.
Other times, we sat in silence, comfortable in a way that made the lost decades between us feel smaller.
“You still drink your coffee black?” he asked one afternoon.
“I do.”
“I knew you would.”
There was something unusual about his calmness.
Many patients with serious illnesses were frightened, angry, or overwhelmed.
Thomas seemed peaceful.
He carried himself like someone who had been waiting a very long time for one final thing to
