The false notion of growing up
The note said Jane’s mother died. It was a good death — if there is such a thing. Just a day or two before she died, two of her children had been with her singing her favorite hymns. At age 93, she had a full life.
As long as I can remember, Jane and I have been friends. We went to the same elementary school, the same high school and were in the same Sunday School class. Both of our fathers taught at Louisiana Tech University, so it just made sense that our mothers would become friends.