"And yet, when my mother died…I was taken unaware by what a loss it was. Who now would remember me as a Keds-shod boy padding along the brick sidewalks of our tilted, maple-shaded downtown? Who was left to share cinnamon doughnuts with me as if they were, far from 'junk food, a gourmet treat?"
—John Updike

Grammie was with us today, in our memories, approving of our joy in being together.