His office phone rang at exactly 11:30 AM, on the other end was a co-worker, Carol. “I just went through one of the most difficult things I have ever dealt with.” She said. “I just got off of the phone with Joyce.” Before I continue, let me give you some background;
When he and his wife were first married they moved into an apartment not far from where Joyce lived with her husband Jim and their son Jimmy. He and Joyce worked together and because they lived so close to one another, Joyce would often ask him for rides to and from work. He never turned her down but would always cringe at the thought of having to pick her up at 6:00 AM and make the 45 minute drive into work. He had nothing against her personally it was just her constant need for conversation that drove him crazy. The humor in all of this was not lost on his wife who was well aware that the only words he wanted to hear before 9:00 AM was, “The coffee’s ready.” Over time the drive became at least bearable. She talked… a lot. He mostly just listened. But the the truth was, they probably got along better in the car than at work where neither thought that the other was particularly easy to get along with. He never really considered her a friend, just more of an acquaintance.
Eventually Joyce retired and moved out of state. Co-workers whom she was keeping in touch with would often give him the message that Joyce said “Hi” and asked how he was doing. He would always courteously tell them to say hi back.
Then one day right before Christmas, a message was left on his answering machine at work. “Hi it’s Joyce. I’m in the hospital receiving cancer treatments and was wondering if you could please give me a call?” What the heck kind of message is that to leave someone? He hadn’t talked to her in years and she just picks up the phone to say hi I have cancer, call me? What could she possibly want to talk to him about?
He decided not to call, right up until he picked up the phone, dialed the hospital, and said, “Hi Joyce, how ya doin?” Yes she had cancer, but she was going through treatments that she prayed would help, and her spirits were good. His concern over what would be discussed disappeared. She just wanted to say hello and ask how the family was. When the conversation somehow turned toward how they had both recently come to terms with their faith and love for Christ, he was forced to admit to himself that he was glad he had made the call.
The holidays passed and then came the call from Carol. “You just talked to Joyce? How is she doing?” he asked. “She was released from the hospital,” Carol said, “apparently there’s nothing more they can do. They’ve given her a week to live, two at the most. Anyway she’s calling to say goodbye to a few people and asked if you were in. Just thought I would give you a heads up that she’ll be calling. God that was tough. I didn’t know what to say to her.”
Stunned, he hung up the phone and just stared at it, expecting it to ring but hoping it wouldn’t. He was afraid to take the call. He considered leaving his office and missing the call intentionally but knew he would later hate himself for being such a coward. So he just sat and waited.
“Hello?” The phone had rung three times before he found the courage to answer. He heard, “Hi, it’s Joyce.” Trying to sound upbeat he said, “Hi Joyce how are you?” Then, “Sorry, that was stupid, Carol told me.” Joyce said, “That’s ok. I’m so happy and at peace. I can feel God’s arms around me and He’s leading me home. I just wanted to say goodbye.”
He relaxed a little and asked what the doctors had told her. It was true, she didn’t have much time left, in fact the doctors hadn’t expected her to make it this long. Then she chuckled and said, “But I had some unfinished business to take care of first. One more call after this one and I’ll be ready to go HOME.”
Once again the conversation seemed to flow naturally toward their faith, a bond they never realized during all of those rides to and from work, that they would one day share. She asked if he would pray with her. He wanted to, but he became emotional and was unable to speak. Breaking the silence, she began to pray and suddenly the roles as he imagined they were supposed to be, had been reversed. She was comforting him.
When they ended with, “Amen” he could hear the weakness in her voice. “I’d better hang up now.” She said. “I’m really tired.” He didn’t know what to say until the words actually came out. “I’ll be seeing you.” he said. “I’ll be waiting for you.” she answered.
The last words spoken between them, under normal circumstances would never have been said, but now they were the only words that seemed to fit. “I love you.” and the call was over.
That was close to 20 years ago. I don’t remember driving home from work that day but I do remember thinking about how fascinatingly strange life can be. For nearly 40 years I had been trying to discover what the purpose of living was, and all it took to find out was a 15 minute phone call with someone who was dying.
Thank you Joyce. Your friend in Christ, Dale