It was Friday night and we were out for sushi. Parking was rotten, the restaurant was crowded, we sat at the bar waiting for a table and passed up waiting for our favorite waitress, Sachiko.
A few Saporos, a few merlots, calamari, a volcano roll and a golden king crab roll later, the phone rang.
We had a few "it's time" calls in the past but there's no option to take any given one lightly. Wrap it up, hastily pay with a gracious tip and hustle it back to the car. Forty minutes of driving lay between us and my mother-in-law. Jennae was in pieces. Apparently Jennae's aunt and cousin had been watching her when her breathing stopped. Nancy had stopped breathing for just long enough to be sure it wasn't a false alarm so Jennae's aunt went to wake Jennae's father. He came down to say goodbye and as he spoke, she gasped and began breathing again. ...Continue Reading