Flying out again tomorrow. I received word very early this morning that my grandfather in TN passed away. That makes three grandparents in under a year.

I do realize I am so very blessed to have had them in my life as long as I did, but I fear that knowledge does not make losing them any easier. This will be a particularly difficult one. I was, however, fortunate enough to visit him this summer and speak with him on the phone Sunday. He knew. He was getting ready. He told me he loved me, and that he was proud of the person I had become. He said, "Honey, I've got a lot of respect for you." That may have been the highest compliment he's every given me.

So then, if you can spare it, a bit of traveling dust?