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Avery

... the kids so we could go out and have some ‘alone time’. It was because of one such occasion that I would end up getting a bit of a huge shock to my life. Avery was at the store getting groceries and I stayed home with the kids. She was home with them all day and going to the store was a break for her; not to mention doing grocery shopping with 4 young kids is a BIG job. Avery’s aunt showed up before Avery got back from the store and she had a box of stuff with her. “I found this in the attic the other day,” she said. “It must have been missed when Avery moved out; I figured she would want it…” I thanked her for bringing it over and took the box from her, setting it down on the kitchen table. Avery could go through it when she got home. The kids came running and crawling when they saw their great-aunt. She was actually really good with them and I could tell she loved them all. We (she) had buried the hatchet between us a long time ago now. Avery came home with a car full of groceries and I went out to start unloading. I told her that her aunt brought some of her stuff and told her to go in and sit down—I would take care of the bags. She went in and I began shuttling bags inside. Each trip inside, I saw she was going through the items and it looked like they were mostly old photos. As I finished bringing in the groceries, Avery called me over to show me some of the pictures. She was flipping through some of them when one caught my eye. It was a picture of several girls about ...

... Avery’s age, but the picture was older. The girl in the center of the group looked familiar. A long forgotten memory flashed back to me… The following ran through my mind in an instant… ******************************************************************************************************************* While in college, I met a girl that seemed pretty special. Her name was Noreen (I never got her last name). We went out once and I felt…something, but she didn’t want to date again after that. This was a first for me: no girl had ever turned me down for a second date before. I asked her why she didn’t want to go out again and she used the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ line. I told her that I was practically the owner of that line having used it at least twice a month for the previous six years! But she assured me that it was an issue she was dealing with, so I let it go. A few weeks passed by and Noreen sought me out. I was doing some research in the library and she took a chair across from me. I could see that she had been upset about something: her eyes were a mess. I asked her what was wrong and she said she had just come from her oncologist with some bad news. The moment she said ‘oncologist’, I knew what the news was: Noreen had cancer. “What is the prognosis:” I asked, skipping the question of ‘what kind of cancer do you have’? I figure people with cancer are less concerned about ‘what kind’ as opposed to ‘am I going to live’. “Actually, the prognosis is pretty good,” Noreen said ...