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A sad day for me. We all have them, and will continue to have them, until there are no more days left. The longer we live, the more old friends we will loose. I just got a call from the husband of an old and dear friend. The minute I heard Ed's voice I knew it would not be good news. Who's husband ever calls? Maureen is in the hospital. In intensive care. She's heavily sedated. On a ventilator. My heart sank. Maureen has lung cancer. The silence was deafening. His voice cracked. The kids are all here. I just wanted you to know.
I told Ed that if he felt there was anything I could do to help her or him, to let me know. I just hate to go over to the hospital. If she's in intensive care, that will be the last time I see her, and I don't want that to be my last memory. The last time I saw her was a couple of months ago. She and I chattered away over lunch about how our kids were doing, and who was up to what, exchanging recent photos. She has four kids, two boys and two girls. I have four kids, one boy and three girls. She has 8 grands, I have 6. Our kids were all intertwined in age. They all went to the same high school together. We've had a million laughs together a million memories. I know if I walked into that hospital right now, and saw the faces of those kids, I would break into a million pieces and so would they. It's a sad day.