I wasn’t going to post anything this week, having just buried my Aunt Nancy, whose life was taken too quickly and too early by a rare and aggressive form of gallbladder cancer. She complained of stomach pain at the bridge table on August 5th and died last Saturday. My mom’s little sister, Nancy was 68, and she’d never even been sick before this. No surgeries. No hospitalizations. No major health issues.
Frankly, my family is just too devastated and too exhausted to do much of anything this week, and I wasn’t sure I could write anything even half-way decent until at least Monday. But then my brother, Scott, e-mailed me from the men’s room of a McDonald’s in Westchester County, New York, this photo and the accompanying caption: