I suppose it’s not too uncommon, at a time like this, to have trouble knowing what to say, and how to remember. The last time I visited, I don’t think Grandmere knew I had been there.

I really don’t want to remember that. I want to remember her home, neat as a pin, and her delighful sunday afternoon dinners. I want to remember riding in the limo to their 50th anniversary celebration, and how they were sure that the limo was supposed to be for someone else. There are a lot of happy memories, and a good life to be thankful for.

Grandmere passed away early this morning.