Marie asked me today if I thought that she would possibly be going home.  I held her hand and said, "No. No, I don't." "I didn't think so,"she said gravely.

Tonight she asked me how much time that she had.  I told her that she is "at the end of her life in the large sense, but from my experience you are not dying yet."

"What wil it be like?"

"Well, you'll sleep a lot more than you are now.  And you will start to be somewhat detached from the things of this earth.  For example, you won't laugh at my jokes anymore."

"Ha!" she said.  "I wonder what I'll be given to do in heaven."

"No doubt you'll be in charge of something, probably The Professionals," I said referring to her penchant for professionalism in all services rendered her.

"I think you're right.  I'll be in charge."