He spoke of how the dog had suddenly jumped up and began licking A.'s hand. And how, just as suddenly, she ran out of the room, into the kitchen- and would not come out. He told us that in the last few days, A. had become completely blind. How, just before the end, A. began speaking again. How convulsions had shaken his body.
Memory is a strange thing.
I was happy when he was happy, and I felt pain when he suffered. It is the job of a higher power to decide the fate of everyone. I was just a person- A.'s friend. Someone told me that because A. was homosexual, he sinned his whole life- in his actions and his thoughts. In my opinion, A. learned to love.