In real time

Woke late, Annie still sleeps. My brother Daniel just phoned from his drive to the Cape--stopped at the cemetery to visit the grave of our father. Sydney, my brother's 4-year-old daughter who was born long after her grandfather died, looked under the tree where his ashes are buried.

"Grandpa Roger is the best Grandpa I ever had." she said. "Now let's open that up so he can get out!"