My son’s class is going to visit a rest home nearby and sing patriotic songs to the residents for Veteran’s Day. Sounds cool, so whatever, right?
Yesterday I got an email from someone I think is either the music person at the school or the rest home person. It’s been forwarded all over the world a few times and has half the planet’s email addresses on it, but here’s what it looks like when you get to the meat of it:
Thursday, my cousin decided we should all go out with her to find a suitable casket and make sure she is buried next to her mom. In all there were six of us shuffling awkwardly around her in the funeral home – seven when her boyfriend showed up to pump out the tea, water and broth from her small intestine.
She’d been fighting a losing fight with appendix cancer which had spread to grow a tumor completely blocking off her small intestine. Anything she ingested had to be pumped out. (more…)
