I so did not want to turn 65 that I accidentally left my cell phone in my clothes closet and shut the door on it. All day. I missed all my birthday calls.

It's over now, I've talked to everyone, and thanks for another day alive, on earth. I miss Jason.

Then one day, as I was driving, a squirrel got caught in the middle of the road in front of me, not knowing whether to stay put or run. I swerved to miss it, but instead I hit and killed it. I felt awful. I don't think I'd ever killed anything larger than an insect before. Except a snake.

I kept thinking afterwards that if I'd just kept going straight, the squirrel would have figured it out, what to do. By changing course, I had run into his plan for escape.

Don't swerve is my new motto.