This afternoon I met with an old friend someone who has seen me at my worst and at my best yet things were different. The long talks we used to have about the issues of the day and history were gone. Instead we talked about issues that many face as they age. The time together was much shorter. As I drove home and tears flowed down my face the realization hit that these times are becoming less frequent and this could have been the last time for one of our chats. Of course I hope not but the reality is at some point it will be the last. It’s called life and sometimes you can’t help but wonder the fairness of it all.
Asking a question very often can lead to confusion and uncertainty of how the person receiving the question will receive it. As we age and face what can be extremely difficult situations many people are afraid to ask a question that may be considered obtrusive. The only way you will ever know is to ask and let the person receiving the question decide how they want to handle it. By not asking the question you may be doing both of you a disservice. There are times that just a simple dialog is all the receiving person needs. Then there are times that asking a question can be harmful. The night I lost my dad after I called the time of his death a young nurse came behind me and asked if I needed help taking off my gown. Needless to say my reaction was not real pleasant. My dad had not been dead 3 minutes. Later that evening when signing all the necessary paperwork the young nurse came up and apologized. The thing is that nurse will never do that again. So it’s ok to ask questions because you will never know unless you ask.