I had just gotten back from a bad day at the hospital, a bad dose of Chemotherapy, followed three hours later by a transfusion. I was sent home to my sisters and brother in law/my best friends', Dennis' house to make it or not. I was sitting there with Dennis and the phone rang, it was at my fingertips as I was just got off the phone with my mother. I answered swiftly and gruffly like my Dennis would have. And heard to my shock that I had died.
Life works that way and then we laugh and then sooner or later we do die. The news is not so shocking as the impact on others.
And then years later I got the call that Dennis had died in his sleep. And I chuckled and thought how he would laugh at such a strange call, for he had not died, but merely began to rest.