My Grandma Rose passed last night. She was sick and we knew it was coming but it was still unexpected in a way because she had a good day and it's weird how death isn't ceremonious. It doesn't wait for the romantic last words. Anyways, she loved Elvis more than anyone I've ever known, and today I was bemused by a young woman blasting Jail House Rock *very* loudly as she drove passed me. Took me hours to make the connection. Love you grandma ❤️