Blog 21

He died on a Saturday morning. His family was in the house with him. They slept in shifts around his bed. Two days after my final visit Morrie had fallen into a coma, the doctor had said he might go at any moment. When his loved ones had left the room for just a moment, he took his final breath. 

Morrie's funeral was on a damp, windy morning. Hundreds had wanted to attend, but Charlotte made sure it was only a small gathering. "You talk I'll listen," he had once said to me. I did that in my head, and much to my surprise it felt almost...natural. I at my watch and realized why. It was Tuesday.