Had my grandmother survived, today would have been her ninety-sixth birthday.

Instead, we're having the interment and memorial service tomorrow afternoon.

Then, tomorrow evening, I start a weekend-long training session on teaching the Our Whole Lives curricula for grades 10-12. In one sense, it's a weird transition - yet in another sense, it seems fitting somehow, how different skeins of life and death and learning and love entwine my next several days.