Last Meeting

I do not know why my late wife poured all of her remaining energies into the local Church before she died, jettisoning her international responsibilities. She made her last public appearance three weeks before she died, at our thriving Women's Association. As she left the meeting, she said to me through her teeth (there were people all around us): “Hold me! Walk! Don't let me fall!” As we walked out of the Church through the Church foyer, she said decisively: “So! That was my last meeting!” And it was. OBSERVATION: She had survived critical illness for one year.