It was over Sunday dinner that my sister told me what I did not know. A childhood friend, the red-headed, freckle-faced girl with laughing eyes and the brightest sense of humor possible, was sitting vigil with her husband as death crept close.
“The doctors told them this morning that it will be 24 to 48 hours,” she said. He was at a nearby hospital so I turned to Tink.
“As soon as we finish eating, let’s run down there,” I said. “Our families have been through so much together that I want to see her now.” Read More»