Someone commented the other day that they didn’t realize Granny had passed away. “She did. Four years ago, on the 11th of March,” I replied. “You still talk about her like she is still here,” they said. It dawned on me that maybe I do. And there’s times, believe me, that it feels like the old gal is still with me. I told Mama it was as if she had been so much larger than life that her presence still lingered. Mama agreed. “There’s days it doesn’t feel like she’s gone and some days, the void is all around,” she said. A void.