Something about walking in the misty gray morning reminded me of the time Ma Buck visited. Morgen was seven at the time and we had recently had Markus just a few days before and she had stopped by to hold him and offered to drive Morgen to school and back for me. She wanted to help in anyway she could and she would help a bunch of strangers if she could too. What I knew about her way of living was pieced together from movies I’d seen her watching like Camelot, Sound of Music, and It's a Wonderful Life. By the time she drove Morg to school and back everyday they had talked about his favorite books, Lemony Snicket and the series of unfortunate events, who he sat by at lunch, and shared everything, including our traditional stop at the gas station on the way home (for snacks or chocolate milk). Morgen still has the note she wrote him after she finished the book he loaned her. She would have been 71 today had she endured a few more hours of her cancer pain last night.
