This is me and my brother with my Grandmother Gray. And Ian, but you can’t see him because none of us had met him yet. This is February, 2007, and we were celebrating my grandmother’s 90th birthday. February, near lake Erie, with snow on the ground. But I found shamrocks… I remember I taped them to a note I wrote to Grandma about them. Shamrocks in the snow… I miss her every day.