I read your story about the flat tire and colonoscopy. I was glad you didn’t take the prep first and then have to go out to fix a flat. That would have been a very interesting story.

I read the second story of your winter walk home for your anniversary. I can imagine your dad in heaven getting summoned to see St Peter and told he needs to meet you at the gate. You’ll be living with your mom and dad for a while, because you’re an unexpected early arrival (it never ends for parents). You explain the circumstances of your departure from earth while you walk the golden streets and hear your dad mumble under his breath, “Dumb Ass”.