My sweet Frances had a terrible fall a few years ago. She went to the hospital. She lay in a coma for about 18 days. I sat by her side. She never moved a muscle. The children cried, the grandchildren cried, and I wept. Not a movement.
And then one day, she opened her eyes. I set a speed record in getting to her side. I gave her a kiss and a hug, and I said, ‘You’re back. I love you.’ And she said, ‘I love you, too, Tom, but we’re in serious trouble.’ I thought, What do you know about trouble, Frances? She said, ‘I forgot to mail in our fourth-quarter income tax payment.’
I said to her, ‘Frances, if you had said that before you extended a kiss to me and told me you love me, I might have left you here.’