Four years ago we were at my brother-in-law's wedding in hot ass Michigan. Casey was a curly-headed wee lad. My gran had just been admitted into the hospital after breaking her hip. I assume she was trying to get attention since we were halfway across the United States. My grandpa would only live 13 more days in a sad little nursing home and we moved into his old house, our current home, on the very day he died. How about all that?