I woke up this morning randomly filled with thoughts of my Irish-American grandmother - my father's mom. She died on Easter Sunday of 1996 - parallelling Jesus in some way would have been a preference, so the day her daily-masser heart chose to give out was no surprise. But the point being, it's been a while - a long while - since she left the Earth. I didn't dream of her last night, like I sometimes do. But in that weird space most of us experience after waking - that period