Today I was going to whine about how much the paper charges to run a short, no-photo obituary. Yesterday, a man who was a friend and classmate of my grandparents called my mother to offer his condolences after he saw the obituary in his Sunday newspaper. The stories he told my mother about my grandparents, great-uncles and great-aunts made my mother happier than she has been since last Wednesday.

“I seldom end up where I wanted to go, but almost always end up where I need to be.”
Douglas Adams