Life happens. Or it doesn't.
My supervisor at work is dealing with her husband's incurable cancer. She's been gone a lot and when she's here, there are a lot of tears and calls to doctor offices. They've been married over 40 years. She will soon lose the only person she has said good night and good morning to every day for most of her life.
I'm sure she is thinking about all the fights she wish never happened and all the missed opportunities to spend more time together. I see the regret in her eyes at times.
It makes me realize my problems are very, very minor. The rejection letters that are starting to accumulate don't mean a thing. I still have time to keep trying and keep writing my stories.
Time is running out for Erma and Aubrey. Death is knocking on their door and won't go away.
