"I'm just killing time," the old man says, "before it kills me."
He's lived a grand life ... had loads of fun ... loved and been loved ... had wonderful success and lost it all ... fought depression and mostly won ... believed in himself but traded that for God these days.
"What do you mean?" I ask sliding into the Bar booth across from him.
"Micheal," he sadly says, "when you're as old as me ... and as frail as me ... you're just waiting for your time to be up."
I have no idea what to say.
For nearly 30 years I've watched him work, laugh, make money, hold women and ... age.
He's got a full head of hair, is perpetually bent forward on his walker and wears a black leather jacket.
Wiping tears from his eyes, he places his hand on mine and says, "It's alright. There's nothing to say."
I couldn't conjure up a word for the life of me ... though I share tears with him.
"Is Sarah coming?" he asks grabbing hold of things he still enjoys, determined to keep making the most of his time.
"Not today," I answer.
"Oh," he says looking off in a distance far, far away. "Well, tell her I miss her. She sings like an Angel."
Nodding my head I place my hand on top of his and he flashes the saddest of smiles.
"I'm glad you're here," I finally say ... and I really am!
"For now," he grins, "until my times up."
I can't find any words.
"You know how I spend my time?" he asks and I am so damn grateful he still has words.
I shake my head from side to side.
"I wait for Church," and he places his hand on top of mine. "And when it's not Church ... which is most of the time ... I watch TV Church."
What does one say?
"Well I guess that's a great way to kill time," I finally answer.
"It is," he states flashing the crooked grin, "though I gotta tell you ... live Church beats the Hell out of TV Church ... but when you got nothing else ... you take what you got."
"Hmmmm," is all I can manage.
Looking directly into my moisture filled eyes, holding my hand very tightly, he smiles ... ... saying everything without saying anything.
"I'm glad you're here," I stammer.
"Me too," he laughs. "For now anyway."
"Yeah," I say giving him a hug.