R.I.P Philip

August 18, 1947 - July 29, 2008

My mom goes to dialysis 3 times a week. She, as usual, made some friends.

One whom was Philip, or as I usually called him, Charles. He looked like a Charles. Then about a month ago, he told me his middle name was Charles. Imagine that.

Sometimes he wouldn't show because he'd end up in the hospital. He had ulcers in his feet and just touching them on the floor brought him moans of pain.

Well, last week he hadn't shown for more than usual. So my mom finally asked today. And yes, he had passed.

I am so angry at myself that I couldn't take the time to go to his apt to check on him. We'd give him a ride home most of the time. Supposedly I've been too busy. I'd only remember when taking mom to dialysis and I'd forget by the time we got home.

Philip was a sweetie. I will miss him. I got to meet his mom the last time I took him home. He said he hadn't seen her in 3 months. Thank you, God, for that.

I'm sorry Charles. Too little too late, I know, but I'm sorry. R.I.P.