There we so many phone calls after the news spread.
When he first got sick, people came in droves. They were all so willing to give advice, to tell them it would be okay. Like every great tragedy, this one’s first act was crowded with supporting players. But then, when he got sicker, the court jesters and kinsmen silently slipped away, without phone calls and without visits. As the curtain fell, only Meryl and Joe were left standing.
People scatter like cockroaches in the light when death gets too close. Anyone will come to your funeral. Not everyone will sit with you when you’re on the way out.
Meryl didn't remember having many long conversations with old friends. She remembered the absence. The loneliness.
She had come to realize that death and dying are silent.
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