The one of my friends

The one of my friends

The other day I visited an elderly nursing home at near the Saidaiji.

The one of my good friends lives in that nursing home.

I met her in a waiting room only for 15 minutes. It was a rule of nursing home.

We talked about literature especially poems.

Her husband was a doctor. When I was young, I received his lecture as a visiting lecturer.

At that time, he was also Higashi Osaka public health center’s director.

   I don’t know when he passed away.

He and his wife (my friend)’s hobby was making poems.

I was presented his poem book “shi he no apurochi” “The approach to death” Long time ago.

When I went to her nursing home, I brought that poem book with my small essay, her book which I received from her  and her letters to me.

We talked about our husband story for a while.

I asked her what you called your husband before his passed away.

She answered she had called her husband “Chotto”. And her husband had called her also “Chotto”.

We laughed each other listening her answering.

Now I call my husband “Nushi” and he calls me “Nushi”.

Again, we laughed.

At the end we shacked hands stiffly.

I said her I ‘ll come again here to see you”.

She looked like crying.

  The 15 minutes is not enough for her and me.