Sorry for the radio silence. After my loooong call weekend waiting for a darling baby boy, I flew home to Florida to say goodbye to my maternal grandmother. A good death, earned by 93 years on this Earth, painless and peaceful, surrounded by family. Before she was crippled by macular degeneration, she was a consummate seamstress and knitter. I have fond memories of hand-smocked Easter dresses and hand-knit Aryan sweaters, their whereabouts today shamefully unknown. In her tidy apartment, I found this beautiful apron along with countless pictures of me sporting some truly unfortunate hairstyles. I hope the afterlife is good to Granny, and when she regains her sight, she can look down and see how her death brought our family closer together.