On Saturday morning, I went to visit Dimitry at his home of many years. He had his own apartment, and a helper when he needed to do complicated things like paying his bills or figuring out a bus schedule to get around town. Otherwise, he took care of his basic needs just fine.
Dimitry always had a smile for me. It was as if he knew I needed one every time I came to see him. He met me in the lobby area and hugged me tightly.
“Hi, Dion! I’m so glad you came.” We stood like that for a long time, just embracing each other, then I stepped back.
“I’ll always come to see you, you know that.” I kissed him on both cheeks and looked him over. “Have you lost weight?” I asked. Dimitry liked chocolate and I’d been trying to wean him off it, considering he was a borderline diabetic.
“I don’t know, b
