I Saw a Biker Steal a Wheelchair From a Crying Old Woman Outside Walmart

was coming harder. I could see my kids watching me through the minivan window. My oldest had her face pressed to the glass.

“What do you mean, the last time?”

Joan looked at me with those red watery eyes.

“I have pancreatic cancer. Stage four. Doctor told me in February. I’m going into hospice on Friday.”

“Oh, Joan.”

“I called Raymond Jr. on Sunday night.continue reading …