Old Friend

My friend John had an aneurysm and nearly died two years ago.  He recovered very well and everyone was amazed, but lately his condition has declined. We had a quiet reunion on my 58th birthday, and it was an occasion for me to remember that I too will be in advanced old age in the not very distant future.

When we parted I asked John to say my name, as I have done since his crisis began. He said the name of a mutual friend and fellow house painter. I did not correct him (he knew me well but was confusing words). John cried too, and I almost did. We didn't know if this was the last time we'd see each other.