You won’t believe it, but my grandmother died Monday morning, so it’s back to the ancestral homelands again with me. My grandmother was, for less than a month, the widow of the grandfather who died in February. They were each other’s second spouses–both had been widowed–but were married 33 years, which is a pretty good run for a first marriage, even. Many older couples slip away in close succession, especially in cases where one may have been holding on in order to take care of the other. She had a good death (praise be to Morpheus). She really enjoyed seeing her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren again at Grampa’s funeral last month. She’s my last grandparent to go, so it’s an end to an era of family life. Back next week.