Flying again, and arriving in Phoenix. Getting picked up by my dad, and arriving at my grandparents’ facility. Then relatives, near and distant, are showing up, greeting each other, spending quality time. All for my grandma. A woman soon to turn eighty-eight years old, a woman of character… and she can tell some stories. I admire her today with respect, for the progeny that traveled and then gathered around her. What else more can you ask for at eighty-eight? Health and love were reinforced today. I love you Grandma.