The last time I saw Kip's wife, Miss Annette was January 19th at our birthday party.
Charlie and Rose were playing. (They're Kip's favorite band).
Well, Miss Annette was the bell of the ball. She looked wonderful, and not like someone who had such a short time left to live (that knew it).
The other night, as usual, I was sitting with Kip at the bar. My Dad was sitting on the other side of him. He started his story-
"Charlie called me last night. Rose isn't doing very well. You know she was diagnosed with breast cancer? She had a double mastectomy and is eat up with it. Our birthday was the last time she played."
Then his eyes welled up with tears (I pretended not to see it, but I couldn't help it). Then my eyes welled up with tears. Then Dad's eyes welled up with tears. So, I'm sitting at the bar bawling. With the realization that Miss Annette's farewell party was apparently Rose's too. That, and my Grandmother Rosie died of breast cancer.
So, we all just sat there and cried. It was good. We needed it.
Say a prayer for Rose. She is a beautiful woman, with a beautiful voice. Say a prayer for Charlie and Kip too. They're lucky to have each other as friends.
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