Life's full of little ironies

Last Wednesday I had to go to the hospital with a lawyer to get my mother to sign some important papers while she still could. After that was done, I had a wee drive down memory lane, basically revisiting some of the places where I grew up. I drove past the house that one of my best friends at school used to live. I haven't seen this girl in actually quite a long time - we lived totally different lives after we left school.

The ironic part? We bumped into each other at the hospital yesterday - her dad is in the same ward as my mother. Go figure, eh.