I didn’t blow up. There was never a private moment to talk to her so I just didn’t say a word to her at all. Not hello and not goodbye.

I watched the kids and how they interacted with folks. That was minimally awkward.

I won’t see her again any year soon. Maybe never. I didn’t want to make a dying man’s life harder. So I didn’t.

I’m not sure if I was right or not. But my kids won’t be around her again any year soon.