Out of Gas

As I was out driving today I remember a story your dad told at your wedding if I remember it right (Arnie correct me if the details are wrong).

You called your daddy and said, "Dad my car stopped running, I don't know what's wrong."  Arnie, "Ilana are you out of gas?"  "Couldn't be, I just put $5 in last week!"    Everyone had a good laugh, I'd say it was at your expense, but you were laughing quite a bit too!

Then I thought about when you were being treated and you were finally feeling well enough to drive (finally not taking pain meds that made you so you couldn't drive) and you were driving the boys to my house for me to watch so you could rest.  Your registration had expired and an officer pulled you over and gave you a ticket.  We were so mad at the officer who would give that to you when you were suffering - he probably thought your scarf was a fashion statement hotty pants.  We asked you if you told him you had cancer, that you had been doing chemo for the last several months and hadn't been able to drive and had a few other things on your mind.  . . "No, no, I don't want to give excuses. .. ."