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Gary was my friend

Ronda Rich's picture

It started one Sunday when I slid into the third row pew next to a slender man with rumbled silver hair just as the first notes of the organ announced that service was starting.

He wore a blue polyester sports jacket, plaid knit slacks, a crumbled shirt and an incredibly wide tie. He nodded and I smiled, as I noticed that one of his clear blue eyes drew inward toward his nose. A moment later, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a piece of hard caramel candy and, unsmiling, handed it to me.

My friendship with Gary was born at that moment. I began to sit with him each Sunday. As he awaited my right-at-the-last-moment arrival, his eyes anxiously watched the door and he tenaciously protected my place next to him.

No! he would say firmly to anyone who threatened to sit next to him. Im saving this for my friend.

Gary had a hard time talking. In fact, everything was hard for Gary. One leg was noticeably shorter than the other with the foot turned inward so walking was difficult and laborious. A hand was also drawn and turned. Each word he spoke was delivered with great might and required a pause between words. But he was a hero of mine. He lived independently, cut his own grass, and drove himself. He made do as best he could. It was nothing short of admirable.

He was always there when I needed friends such as taking his place at the end of pew at my brothers funeral and looking mournfully sad with tears in his eyes as my family filed out of the church. I reached over and took his hand, squeezing it as I smiled sadly. When Mama died, it took great effort for him to be there but he was. Nothing could keep him away.

Whenever Gary looked at me, his eyes swelled with adoration and affection. It is fair to say that he worshipped me and I must admit that it felt so good to be so loved by someone else. To some, Gary wasnt much but, to me, he was a lot. We all want to be important to others and I knew I was incredibly important to him. It meant so much to my heart. It seemed to give an increased purpose to my being.

One Sunday after church, he reached across me and tugged on Mamas arm. I want to thank you for bringing Ronda into this world, he said in his slow, laborious drawl.

I was touched but Mama was tickled. She waved the comment off, and laughingly said, Oh my.

Hey, I said, slapping her arm. Lets have a little reverence here.

Death is never convenient, never wanted, so when Garys unexpected death came, I was out of town for several days. My sister called. I didnt want to tell you this since youre gone but I knew youd pull the obituaries up online and see it so I thought Id better call.

But she was wrong for there was no obituary. At least not immediately. It was over a week before one appeared. I searched daily for it. This man who had touched my life powerfully did not have an appropriate sonnet to recall the poetry of his life. He disappeared without much of a trace.

As I absorbed my great loss, a video of Gary played through my thoughts how he looked at me like a worshipful puppy, how he would take my hand and pat it awkwardly like a baby just learning how to coordinate a movement, how he would bring me candy and CDs that he made for me.

From my life I had lost someone who had nothing to give but love yet he gave it with concentrated abundance. Gary, a man who many thought had little to contribute, made a memorable, strong impact on my life.

Hes free from his ailments and difficulties, others said to me sweetly, compassionately. Hes better off.

Yes, he is.

But Im not.

[Ronda Rich is the best-selling author of What Southern Women Know About Flirting and The Town That Came A-Courtin. Her newest book is What Southern Women Know about Faith. She lives near Gainesville, Ga. Sign up for her weekly newsletter at]


Thanks for reminding us of what a true friend looks like. Nothing really surprises me anymore, except when I see someone who commits random acts of kindness. When I see people who are kind it takes my breath away because it is so rare. Even after they are gone friends live in our hearts.

suggarfoot's picture

touching story. I wonder if he ever realized how much his random act of kindness meant.

ps..had to change my sign in picture for awhile because Ninja has that ugly looking one up of NBF. I just have to let every one see what a fox he was! ha ha

Yes, quite a fox! I have seen remnants of his DNA walking around in Brooks and the Inman community wearing camo!

Go Braves!

Have a nice day.

I honestly enjoy reading your column every week. Thank you for taking the time to write.

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