This is the real sad part - I didn't have a close relationship with her so I have no idea if she liked poetry or not. I can't even think about a funny or happy anecdote to tell since all I can remember about my time with her was the time she made me an egg salad sandwich for lunch - and I hate egg salad.

I think I'm feeling guilty for not getting to know her when I had the chance.

No guilt. Guilt is a wasted emotion. Especially now, when there's nothing you can do to rectify things.

Tell the egg sandwich story. It's funny. Really it is. And (I say this in my e-mail) poll your dad and his siblings (if any) for their memories.

(edit) Oh, and I'm such a terrible person, because I was thinking that Anya's fruit punch speech would be good for any funerary event.

Yup. Tried, no bones. But hey, desk.

Megan, polling relatives is a good idea. My mom tends to get called upon to give addresses at family events a lot. Weddings, funerals and all in betweens. She usually gets stories about the people involved from everyone around them and strings them together as a big poem. Keep in mind I'm not actually recommending that as a course of action. Just pointing out the value of research.

Well, keep your name in at the hospital anyway. Maybe something will come up.

Did you try, gulp, Pharmaprix?

I'm loathe to because they're the guys what confiscated my funny money.

Really? Oh, dear. Still, not like you were deliberately trying to pass it off.

Besides, they'll suck your soul dry. Home Depot? Staples?

Yeah, and my soul still has that sore bit from last time. Healing up nice though. I've been taking a stav at whatever's been coming up in the HRDC site, mostly. Butcher shops, call centers, what have you.

See, I just can't help giving the suggestions, because I worry.

Still have a good supply of inhalers?

Ye gods, I've got inhalers 'til doomsday. No worries there.

Because I was going to send you a package. Cookies and inhalers. I suppose I can still send cookies.