While doing some cleaning I found two pictures of me with my paternal grandparents taken in 1979. I do not remember meeting them, I just vaguely remember being trapped in a car for days while we drove there. I am not even sure that I know what their names were. They lived in Denver and my parents always thought traveling was not worth the hassle. Dad would stop in Denver when went to Japan, but we never went. I only remember their deaths because I remember what my dad was doing at the time my grandfather died sometime in the 80s, while dad was in Hong Kong and my mother was in a panic because she could not reach him. My grandmother died the day my dad bought me my Jeep. Only my dad went to the funerals.

While I was in Texas my dad and I had a rare conversation. (We only talk about the dogs now, since I got upset that he used to only asked about my weight) He told me that he was worried that I would get married and start a family in Texas and he would rarely get to see me. He knew how hard it is to be so far from your family.

My parents tell me that I am very much like my grandmother. She apparently was overly dramatic with tacky tastes and a fondness for gadgets.