Passing Rain: a memoir

As a parent, I never thought I'd: Witness a hair cutting party for my oldest daughter, who wanted a wig made of her own hair for when the chemo rendered her baldShop online for sperm with that same daughter, because she'd already picked names for her four childrenPlan a "Viking funeral" for my sweet Jessie, or Rain, as she was known by many of her friendsMaybe I should have included a spoiler alert, but this isn't a story where I keep you in suspense about whether Rain won her battle or not. It's the story of her passing, in which she did triumph, as she managed this course with grace, peace and an ample measure of bravery.