Until this journey started like many, we were mostly ignorant and afraid of life's inevitability... which is death. In 2014 during Madison's treatments I remember seeing groups of cackling girls in Boston headed to school. Unspoken then, we admitted later that we were jealous... our fears, anxiety, and insecurities had us thinking those lucky bitches. In the movie 'The Fault In Our Stars' we saw that same thing. Fast forward to last month knowing that Madison liked getting out of the house when she could and loved Jamba Juice: one evening we went in to the restaurant. Madi had a small oxygen tank and was sporting her red walker. She politely places her order, pays, and the young woman asks her name, and we sit down at a table. A couple of minutes later the Jamba Juicer called Madison's name and set the drink on the counter about 15 feet from us. We were literally the only customers in the restaurant and had to smirk at one another. Neither of us thought the Jamba Juicer was insensitive... just not paying attention to her surroundings and likely self-involved obsessing about something insignificant... perhaps just being pissed off that she's got the night shift again. What Madison or Holly wouldn't have given to have that night shift. Again, the Facebook link is above and a link for non-Facebookers too.