"In the end, we'll all become stories." - Margaret Atwood

I have nothing. Isn’t that about what I always say?
It’s January. 
We’re into being bears, and hibernating.
This is TV and tablet season.

I came across a Facebook post today.
A woman I know has entered hospice care.
She is very close to my own age.

Because of the holiday season, I was not active on Facebook and did not follow her progress closely.
It was a shock to read her sister’s post announcing that she has entered hospice care.
I had truly hoped she would recover.

I did not know her personally, nor was she a friend.
We first met 24 years ago at a Hallmark store, and she later became a substitute teacher.
I am not certain whether Badger ever had her as a teacher.
She did, however, recognize me and referred to Badger as her Hallmark Baby.

She somehow landed on my Facebook list.
Her posts cracked me up — dumb knock‑knock jokes, Elvis this and Elvis that.
She loved Elvis.
She’d moan about VBS crafts and poke fun at her husband.
Her posts made me smile.

From the tributes coming in, Ms. C clearly touched many lives through her work with the church and the school.
She’ll be deeply missed.