Well guys, that days is here. My sister, 52 years old, is fighting her last fight. I'm preparing to leave the warmth of my home and my family to drive to a hospital an hour away to see my sister one last time. She won't know I'm there but I'll be there because my nephew will be there and he will need me. If you can, spare a kind thought or, dare I ask, a prayer. I will be kindly received. That's all I've got. Thanks for (virtually) being here.