When I was a child, I was always aware that my grandmother was always on the go. She never stopped moving. She was never tired. She took care of everyone with a no-nonsense get up and go. She always helped. And not with any expectation of reward but rather because she’d obviously be bored NOT helping. Today, when people talk about how busy I am, her legacy is what comes to mind. This photo is when my grandma came to see me play colonel Pickering in My Fair Lady. That is my late grandfathers pipe. I like to think we looked like a couple here. My grandmother will be passing soon. I made eye contact with her yesterday during a day trip to Toledo. Kissed her. Told her she could leave whenever she’s ready, and that we were just along for the ride. I’ll always remember the way she didn’t just hug, she pulled you in with a desperate grasp. And the way she never stopped until she was truly, absolutely, tired. Surrounded by her loving children. My heart is weightless today. It doesn’t know which way is up or down.