Remembering Grandma

My dog-loving, former corgi-owning grandma died this week, a grand dame of 90 years and enormous spirit. She was born and raised in Honolulu, HI, a second-generation Japanese American, but for some reason pronounced Arthur's name as if she were British: AAH-thur. Come here, AAH-thur.

And even though he was as tall as she was sitting down and probably could have knocked her over with his wagging tail, she would always give him a pat and tell us how handsome he was. I think he appreciated that.

Thanks, Grandma – you were the best. We're really going to miss you.