Briefly regaining consciousness, he asked, “Will I be OK?”
Looking at his broken body and the head wound I decided not to lie.
“Sorry. It doesn’t look good.”
“Yeah. Please tell my family I love them.”
“And pray for me.”
He drifted back into unconsciousness.
I conveyed his message.
I also went to a church for the first time in years.
Since then, I have lighted a candle for him there monthly.
It accompanies the ever-increasing number I light as life goes on.