I just watched Megan out on the pier feeding the fish with her cousins. The last time I watched her from the window above was when we were here last November. It really hits you, being here that she's not. Today we're getting ready for the memorial. There's cleaning and cooking going on, and lots of talking. Lots of remembering. She was such a wonderful woman, and I count my self lucky to have known her.

I ache for Megan, to never really know either grandma.