A few years ago, we met a friend at the apartment mailbox, he was wearing a ball cap.
“Dodgers fan, huh?” Andrew asked him.
“Oh yeah,” he half smiled. They chatted a bit, “I don’t get out much, my wife passed away very recently and I just don’t have the heart to do much…”
“We want to see you, give me your number,” Andrew told him,
When we called an hour later, he was surprised it was us, he sounded happy. “I didn’t think you would call,” he said, kindly.
Before we had Finely, he would plan dinners for us and a movie. We would watch Chariots of Fire or Cider House Rules. He would have a spread of good food for us. He met both of our families.
We took him to his first Sushi.
He took us for the first time to Tip Top Meats.
The morning Finley was born, a beautiful bouquet of flowers were delivered with the kindest note to Finley, from “Uncle Stuart”
He went with us to have Finley dedicated.
We would spend hours talking and talking in our old apartments, at ours or his, we were just on different levels.
He gave us his piano, the one Maria plays everyday.
Two years ago he moved to North Carolina, but we have been able to keep in touch. We called him last week and missed the call.
Today we received a phone call that he is sick and in the ICU. He is not doing well and that he was focused on having someone call us.
He is very sick.
We are heartbroken.
Please pray for our friend Stuart. He is one of the most special friends we have ever had and we love him so much.