I flew to B.C. To visit dear friends who had moved there. The lady had terminal colon cancer but I was not sure how much she realized about her prognosis. As they said goodbyes at the airport, her husband said he would see me when he came east in the spring. As the lady gave me a big hug, she whispered in my ear “You don’t need to pretend that you will see me again.” I broke down and lied. “Of course I will.”