Friday, January 1, 2016

Yesterday I was in a cemetery, 
about to cross (illegally) into 
another  cemetery over a low 
fence.  A car pulled up.  
Busted!  I thought.  But a 
woman, not a guard, got out 
and the car drove away.  Her 
English was better than my 
Spanish.  She showed me 
the headstone of her husband 
who had died of stomach 
cancer in February.  The 
doctor said he was fine, she 
said.  But four months later.  I 
expressed condolences and 
told her that my good friend's 
father had come through 
bladder cancer this year. 
Then I expressed my 
condolences again 
and hopped over the fence

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