July 1997 -- We took my wife's 85-year-old widowed mother home last week, to a little stone house in Tennessee which Granddad built for her 57 years ago and in which she has lived ever since. Sara Faye carried her by car to experience the transition, then stayed the remainder of the week to help her get readjusted. I flew to Nashville Saturday afternoon, and drove back to Houston with Sara Faye on Saturday night and Sunday. Back in Franklin, Tenn., we visited Granddad's grave, beside both of Grandma's parents, and next to a plot where Grandma will rest one day if Jesus doesn't come first. … [Read more...]