This is an article I have been long
anticipating and dreading to write. It is the obituary
of someone who was extremely dear to me and who had been
a partner in all of my endeavors since 1987. Actually,
he and his sister were with me as we moved together
across the southeast over the past two decades, they
offered me comfort, advice, support, humor,
unconditional love and wisdom every step of the way.
Dorian, his sister passed away in 1999, and maybe her
death drew us closer over these past six years. In the
office, where he spent much of his last years, he always
knew how to communicate with each of his fellow staff
members; who needed his special brand of individualized
attention, when to administer it and when to just sit
and listen.
Last year, at the age of 97, he came
home to live with me and truly made our house a home.
After long road trips, I looked forward to sitting and
commiserating with him late into the night. Since his
passing last week, I can still see him sitting on the
couch, walking down the hallway, or eating in the
kitchen.
After all of these years, it
shouldn’t surprise me how much of my world he inhabited,
but it does. It is still a shock to come home and not
see him in the living room. He made me a believer in the
power of such companionship, for caregivers and loved
ones alike, and I will be forever grateful for all of
the many thousands of moments I spent with him and his
sister and for the love we have shared.