Pac,
I have wanted to comment for a while but couldn't get caught up enough to do it. I found all four stories and read them in order over the last week or so. I have to say it was been an interesting ride. I am surprised I never met you as this story has to have been based on my grandparents, LOL. Except for the earthquakes, tsunami, volcanoes, and many murders this is just like our life. It has awakened memories and for that I am grateful. My grandmother passed at home in her 80's. My grandfather passed 6 weeks later in his late eighties of a broken heart. I watched my grandmother pray my grandfather back twice when the Dr. called the family in as a matter of time. When I talked to my grandfather he said he could hear her and a voice saying it wasn't time, she still needed him. After she passed I took care of him and he told me much like Walter, "I am just played out, I am ready to take the next journey." He did and I celebrate their life. This story help to bring the thoughts back as it has been over 20 years ago. And I can see my grandmother "look" that sent us flying. It seems that country folk are the same the country over. We were south west wheat farmers. If I might I want to share a short story about my gmother. I was driving by her place on my motorcycle and saw her resting on a hoe. I stopped to say hello. As we stood there she asked if I wasn't in to big of a hurry would I grab the shotgun? I looked down and she had a rattler all curled up and pinned to the ground with the hoe but didn't have the strength to kill it. She was afraid to take another swing as it would strike. She then told me she had been in this standoff for a couple of hours and needed to get to the bathroom. Yes I did receive the look when I couldn't help laughing. Thanks you for your stories and please add my prayers to those that are coming your way in these difficult times.