I noticed that today was my nursery school best friend’s birthday. Rob Klingon passed away recently, I’m sad to say. I thought of him telling me that he spoke with his father daily. So this day, Rob’s birthday, I called his father to say, “Hi.” I was a regular at their house as a kid. Rob and I would do sleepovers frequently, so I felt like they were family to me. His father, 100 years old, remembered me and sounded great. He sounded happy to hear from me even though I haven’t seen him face to face since childhood. And this call left me happy to have brought some happiness to a 100 year old man with no son to call him every day.
Email from Karen Klingon
Tue, May 11, 5:52 PM (10 days ago)
Scott! That was so incredibly kind and thoughtful of you–thank you! Dad called me this evening, totally tickled that he’d heard from you. Though he has full-time aides, he’s pretty lonely and bored. I tried to get him to move up here to RI but he can’t face change. I get down there about every three weeks; I’m going down tomorrow evening, as a matter of fact.
Anyway, he was having a good day, and I’m glad you two connected. You made his day!
Yes, Rob was well loved, and that’s a comfort. You were (and are) a wonderful, cherished friend to him.