Radio

A friend of mine's wife passed away last night.  A complicated situation, as his wife was estranged,  though she helped care for him.  It's even stranger that I consider this elderly gentleman a friend.  I mean, we literally never  see eye to eye on anything, but over the years I have developed a sympathy for him, and what has brought him into his current beliefs and I stand in great admiration of both his intelligence and his hard work ethics, even to this day he works as hard as he can despite the need for more frequent rests.  He is stoic right now, probably in shock but not one to show sadness in any occasion.  It hurts me to know inside his world is completely crumbling apart, as he sits at the kitchen counter listening to a football game on his radio his mind must be going a mile a minute.  I am in his room of all places, dusting it and trying to straighten it out before he comes up to rest, hoping with all my heart that this will make his life seem just a little more in order, while I know it has taken a drastic turn for the worst.  I don't want to leave.  I just want to stay here, at least in the background, in case he needs anything, anything at all.  But he listens to his radio, as if all is OK, but it is not, his wife is gone forever.