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The last thing someone hears

My son always thinks it's ridiculous that the last thing I say before I walk out the door to go somewhere is always "I love you."

This past weekend, Sarah and Eric set up at the Chambers Farm Gathering, which is basically a powwow up in northern Florida. On Saturday, our friend Ferret, who's been on the list for a lung transplant for about a year, was hospitalized once more. As we were leaving after packing up on Monday, the last person we ran into was his wife, Lynn. She gave us the lowdown on his condition, and said she didn't expect him to come home from the hospital this time. She also rolled her eyes at how ornery he was being.

Sarah reminded her that it was the medication and the disease talking, and that she couldn't argue with a disease. She reminded Lynn that she needed to watch what she said, because she didn't want the last thing he heard from her to be anger. She also reminded Lynn that she needed to take care of herself, and get some rest so she'd be able to take care of their two young daughters.

Lynn thanked her and hugged us both goodbye.

Last night, on her way to the hospital to visit Ferret, Lynn was killed in a head-on collision.

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