We got a call at the office this morning. "We thought you should know that Ann is in the hospital and is not expected to live through the day."
I haven't known Ann long, and I don't know her well, but I like her a lot. She's steady and kind, and generous. She has a knack for quiet encouragement, the right word at the right moment. She's always ready to help out and always there to back you up.
Her son Sam is my daughter's age. He still needs her. A lot of people still need her.
I hope she's still here tomorrow.
In Forrest Carter's The Education of Little Tree, when Eastern Cherokees died, they would say, at the end, "next time will be better." I'm not really sure what it means, but it's comforting, somehow.
Next time will be better.
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Shit. Pass on my best regards, or my condolences if the worst has happened.
Thanks, Spike.
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