My Niece the Doctor

My niece, the doctor, was talking with her grandfather, the dying patient.

Her grandfather, the dying patient, said: “I feel bad that your dad and mom aren’t going on the trip because of this.” (“The trip” is a three-week pilgrimage to Jerusalem that my brother and sister-in-law had planned for some time.  The “this” is the lymphoma that is killing our dad.)

My niece, the doctor, said: “There will be another trip to Jerusalem.”

Her grandfather, the dying patient, said: “Yeah, but I won’t get to hear about it.”