I was shocked. Maybe...maybe 40 folks (in addition to the kids and grandkids) showed up for Doc's funeral yesterday. Even his one son didn't come; he was "sick." And this was the town doctor...the guy who set their broken bones, wiped their snotty noses, stood with them in the midst of death itself for more than 40 years.
Maybe most folks were just uncomfortable with his dying. After all, when the grim reaper comes for the doctor, who can escape? Or did they simply forget what he had done for them over the years? He'd been retired for a while and was no longer so visible in the community. Out of sight; out of mind. And the next thing you know, we're just too busy to say goodbye.
In the meantime, here's a good lesson: if you think glory is fleeting, you ought to take a look at gratitude. Apparently, it doesn't have much staying power either.
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