I lost my Gram­my Tues­day. I real­ly thought she might live for­ev­er, but bone can­cer took her to the Great Beyond. She was 86.

Words can’t describe what Gram­my Hil­da meant to me. She wel­comed my par­ents to Boy­er­town. I grew up on her fam­i­ly’s farm, which was across the street from her mod­est, lov­ing home. She taught me Yahtzee. Above all else, she was my only grandparent.

I’m so grate­ful that she got to meet and know Char­lie. I feel very lucky to have had her in my life. She may be gone, but the mem­o­ries live on forever.

Can’t believe it’s been more than a year since we vis­it­ed Den­mark. Pic­tures like this make we won­der why we ever left.

What a great day! Helen, Char­lie, and I just fin­ished up a yum­my pic­nic lunch at the Viet­nam Vet­er­ans Memo­r­i­al near Head­house Square. Delicious!

Also, Franklin Square is a pret­ty fun place. The milk­shakes don’t hurt, either!

I went to three games dur­ing the Phillies recent home­s­tand, catch­ing two absolute­ly amaz­ing games and leav­ing before the now infa­mous Taser­ing dur­ing the oth­er one.

Turns out all it takes to allay fears of the Phillies being snakebit­ten is Jamie Moy­er draw­ing a bases loaded walk from Johan San­tana and then twirling a two-hit gem 5 days lat­er against anoth­er NL East rival.

That game still blows my mind. It’s the sort of thing you can’t believe you’re watch­ing. I hope some­day to see a per­fect game, but this was prob­a­bly as close as I’ve ever been and it still gave me chills.

When they’re on, they’re on. What a fun team to watch!