Part of me thinks hey, might as well combine dark anniversaries. But I think it being my dad's anniversary, remembering that and having a funeral to go to this week was a bad combo, a toxic mix of association. A snap of sharp cold weather and dull feelings pulled up by the threads. Enter shallow breathing and that pang, that pain. That pain you forget so you can get up in the morning again.

I'll get through. Because - grandparents I can get it, file it in the cycle of life, one generation giving way to the next. How it goes, where we're all headed. A full life, a merciful end.

I got to know my grandparents, be comfortable in their midst. Some don't even get to. My mom would go to bed and I'd pull up a chair between their matching recliners and we'd watch Judging Amy, we really did. And now, both gone in short order, all of it just snapshots now. Us and Tyne Daly.

Tyne fuckin Daly.