We lost my husband's grandmother this weekend. She was 94, and had broken a hip earlier in the week, and decided to stop eating. I think it is pretty likely that she just decided to go. She was moved to hospice care and had nurses at her bedside when she went. It has been most difficult on Mr. Black's mother and sister. He gets weepy talking to them, but cherishes his last visit with her - eating steak sandwiches and repeatedly answering her "Do you have a girl?" question by referencing her to our wedding photo, as she was occasionally experiencing dementia. 94 is a good run, I think. Must be all that clean living, for the former cattle rancher's wife who cooked up a storm in her heyday. Tomorrow we leave for rural New Mexico where they really do have tumbleweeds, a fascinating sight to this West Coast girl. I have a feeling the week will feature lots of rich food and little exercise. The 100 degree weather is not conducive to my delicate sensibilities when it comes to exercise in the out-of-doors. This is just another speed bump on the road to health - and I'm learning to go with the flow. Back in a week!