I just read a post on Facebook by a former colleague who shared his grandmother who he felt a close kinship with passed away on Sunday. He’s quite a bit younger than I am, probably about the same age I was when my beloved grandma died. I read the post and shared my sympathies as I sat on my front porch. This was my grandma’s wicker chair that my parents bought her one birthday from Cracker Barrel. I’ve had it for about 15 years.