Julie would be a purple butterfly or bird, or a unicorn, or a Pegasus - if she ever came to visit at all! I picture her speeding through the universe, not lingering here with all the sad, sorry people who lament her loss. Let her be light: a beam of light, a dance of electrons, a bright spirit traveling at the speed of light.

Lori would totally channel a frog and land on my head - but she is still alive, so I'll have to look to Grandpa for this little stunt. Or just marvel at the unlikelihood of a tree frog ever FALLING from above a door - those little guys can stick to a brick wall like nobody's business.

Lori has a feeding tube down her throat and cannot talk. (Yup, back in hospital.) Today's revelation: when the bone marrow transplant left her with MY blood type replacing hers, she would now be subject to the Type O diet, which says NO CORN, no wheat, no dairy, no beans, pork, or cabbage. No way, Lori will say. She's not giving up her #1 Bribe for Living. Food.

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