So, going around and visiting all the elders gets kind of tedious by the time you’re on your second or third alt. I found myself starting to think: “Yeah, yeah, here I am. How’s it going, gramps? Now, give me the coin so I can go looking for the next old coot.”
In all seriousness, my last living grandparent passed away just before Christmas. We all knew the end was coming and it was peaceful when it came, but it was still a shock to see the empty chair at Christmas dinner. I know it’s a total cliche, but it’s a cliche because it’s true: you never have as much time as you think you do.