To my great grandmothers Gommy & Other Nana, This is just an unclear old photo, but I love that I have it. I think about the world’s young children at this point in time and I wonder why it is that they came into the world so much later than me and have so much of their lives ahead of them while I am older with so much less time left. (As if life isn’t a long and difficult road, but it is nonetheless life and it the only existence that we can be certain off.). I look at this picture and recall that it was the same scenario for you both when my mother and brother and I were young. My how time does fly for everyone. I imagine you thinking, “You are still only 59. Your life’s journey isn’t even at its end yet.” Only 59? I may still have chapters of my life yet to live? With the way things currently are, it is unfathomable to imagine what those additional chapters might look like. I swear in the most recent years, it seems like I have witnessed ...