Oh, yes, she does. Her lower spine is held together by a scaffolding of mesh, wires, and screws. After her second surgery, she told me, “This is it, I think I’m heading for the final roundup.” I told her to quit talking like that, but I think she’s just ready to go home to be with Dad. The short e-mail I got from her this evening sounded like a goodbye note. It has impact because last week, my other sister checked to see if I’d submitted my application to the state veteran’s cemetary, so I could be buried with them (Dad and I are both ex-army, and she gets in as his spouse). It all kind of comes home to me now.