the last time

On the day of my friends funeral, Travis was there. He had used his wheelchair as a zimmer to get there. He did not want to go to the graveside as he thought that it would be too cold. Therefore, I wheeled him back to his house before going to the graveside and praying that having heard the gospel yet again at the funeral he would respond to it. I do not know if he did, but it proved to be the last time that I saw him before his own death.