It was over Sunday dinner that my sister told me what I did not know. A childhood friend — the red-headed, freckle-faced girl with laughing eyes and the brightest sense of humor possible — was sitting vigil with her husband as death crept close.“The doctors told them this morning that it will be 24-48 hours,” she said. He was at a nearby hospital, so I turned to Tink.“As soon as we finish eating, let’s run down there,” I said.