Sue DeRose “If you’re reading this, know that I am not around anymore. I have moved on. However, who better to know about my life than me? So, rather than have someone else try to make an attempt to tell something about me I have decided that someone should be me. So here goes: At 3:30 p.m. on a rainy Friday afternoon on April 23, 1948, a new cry could be heard down a long hallway at the Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit, Michigan. That was me ma…