That does SO make sense. Shut up.
I've also been knitting. Later I'll watch Stranger Things AND knit. I'm doing my best, obviously, to live up to my New Year's resolutions.
Turns out, he had just died, at the age of 55, 2 weeks after a diagnosis of cancer.
I'll bet you weren't expecting any heavy stuff here. Well, join the club - neither was I.
|Here are some more pretty flowers from my neighbor, just to make us all feel better|
So, still reeling, Larry sat down with me a couple of days later to make sure I knew all his passwords and how to pay our bills electronically (I used to be in charge of that job, but somewhere around the 4-kid mark, I passed it on to him). "There!" he said, when we were done. "Now, if something happens to me, you'll at least not have to worry about THAT."
"Yes," I said. "But what if something happens to me? What do YOU need to know?"
We both sat there in silence for a couple of minutes, trying to think of what areas he'd really be floundering in, should I unexpectedly shuffle off this mortal coil (I TOLD you we had a really fun holiday season, didn't I?). Finally, Larry asked, "Where is it you get the cheap pizza from?"
"Costco - $10 for an 18-inch," I told him.
We were both quiet again, thinking.
"So, uh, I guess that's it," I said.
"Yeah," he agreed.
Which makes me think, maybe Rachel's right, after all...