Sitting here in O’Hare waiting to board a flight to Dallas, board. My last grandparent, my mother’s mother, passed this morning at 4am in the small town of Mt. Pleasant, Tx. She has been in the process of dying for a few days and I understand that she had accepted her death. I guess I have become strangely numb, since her health has been on a rollercoaster for years and this has not been the first time we thought she was not going to make it.

As I head down to be with my family for a few days and ensure my Mom is okay. What this reminds me is how far I am from the remainder of my family. Oh, well they are paging for my flight. Gotta run.