Was sorta handed to me yesterday. My husband and I traveled up to the cemetary and met with a lady and we picked out our headstones and paid for them. Now I was feeling kinda down about being old enough to think about picking out headstones. We sure didn't want to leave that chore and expense to the kids. shit, where did the time go? Anyway, on the way home we stopped at Chic fil et.. for a sammich. Jesus, in the booth right in front of ours sat a young woman, in her late 20's I guess, she had no hair, none, chemo I guess, she had a young daughter around 7 I'd guess. damn thought I, she'll never bitch about being old enough to pick out a headstone. End of story. It's just so sad.