Incident today with Cory leaving hospice and knocking on my door... Terminal Lucidity? He literally walked to my house, about 1/2 mile from his house, in emaciated skinny condition, while his brother didn't know what to do but follow him. His sister and one hospice person was at his house, and they were not able to stop him. I had his brother call the sister to drive over and convinced Cory to go back home after I gave him a glass of water. He sat in his conversation chair-- I have two on the front lawn under a tree-- one more time. I think He wanted to seem me one more time. I asked him questions and in character I know, he said don't ask questions.

I think this is it. I helped him into his sister's car's passenger side and said 'see you on the other side".

While I finished my beer on the front lawn sitting on the chair under a tree where we had many conversations, the sun set beneath a neighbror's roofline and Pomp and Circumstance played on the classical radio station. Dying is a kind of graduation, as I think of it for Dorothy but saying goodbye to friends is like my own graduations. It's happending more often lately.

Cory was in pain, whimpering, but 911 emergency medics were sent to his house where his sister took him back to. I don't think I'll ever see him again in this dimension. I think I've know him for about 14 years or so. I'll watch for signals from the beyond as I get a half dozen a day from Dorothy with at least one really good one.