When someone is in palliative care you know death is on its way. It may take a little longer, take a detour, stop for gas somewhere, or shine its shoes. But it will eventually show up. So I put my make-up on early each morning, waiting for it to come. I guess I wanted to look more alive than I felt, so it wouldn’t mistake me for the patient. It finally arrived through the back door on Sunday, June 8th, 2025 and quietly took Jenny with her on its Uber to nowhere.