We will always have the tram

My cousin died today of an aneurysm at the age of 46. My last memory of her was being so full of life, having settled into domestic bliss with her husband and only son in Canada. She had gamely shown me around the San Francisco city centre, riding the tram, and walking around Union Square, Chinatown, and Pier 39.

Life is really more than fleeting. In a snap, it can be gone. As my mom said, one should always be prepared not for the final exam but for the surprise quiz. Here's to aiming for a distinction in either!