This has been my life for the last 14 months, 15 maybe,

Visiting my elder auntie every week in San Francisco, doing what I can to help her transition to a new chapter in her life, her attitude ever begrudgingly, less independent, maybe one more fall away from the end,

Driving from mid-Peninsula after work in into San Francisco, seeing her, picking up mail 2 miles further north in the city near the bridge, and then across the city again and down the peninsula home to the south by, 100 miles or so around trip all told.

5,000 miles plus over these last many months, no one left to tell me to do it, only my conscience, and my thinking about my grandfather, her father, what he would think, what he would do…

He’s been gone nearly 20 years, but I still idolize his ethic, his commitment, his quiet doing,

And I think he’d say it was the right thing … my last elder … immediate family … be there for her, make difference for her, no other family looks after her after all … so I’m trying to do that same I think he’d say was the right thing to do … Trying to do the same,

I hope it’s,

GOOD.