This is one of those posts I don’t know how to write. My family lost someone this weekend. I never took it personally that Grandma D. took her time getting used to my brother and sister and I when my mom married her son 18 years ago, because once she let us in, we were in. She wasn’t very big on expressing her feelings, but she did thoughtful things like remember my favorite kind of bread and make sure it was there on the table every time I went to her house for dinner. Something feels a little unreal about death when you’re so far away from it, and she requested that there be no memorial, so I won’t be going home to Washington. But my thoughts are with my family tonight.