Firing up the Canon

For my beautiful Bee Bee. I will miss the sound of her always.  If you are sitting in this room right now there is one thing that is certain. There was a day that Bee, Jeyne, Mom, made you feel like you were her best friend. You were in on her jokes, you were part of her stories. And if we went outside of this room to the people who interacted with her at the bank, in a store, at the dr’s office, ANYWHERE – the story would be the same. “She’s so funny, too funny.” “I can hardly breathe when I’m around her.” “Oh how we laugh.” To be out with her was to see how people were magnetized to her. She couldn’t go anywhere without it turning into a story that was worth telling. Think now. I’m sure you have one with her. Some people go through life not noticing and not remembering all of the things around them. But that is not Bee’s story. She had cancer, but she was never sick. She never complained or looked ill. She never let any medical journey get the best...