I salute you and bow my head to you. Although I have never met you and you do not know me, I know a lot about you. I have seen your picture and your eyes tell me volumes. They tell of great suffering and great joy. But most of all they radiate steely eyed determination and caring. In my world I see a generation of grannies. They come from another time and place and I see them suffering alone in a world that they cannot understand. And although I can not speak their language, when our eyes meet we understand each other. A priest has one foot in the past as well as one foot in the present. And I know that I am supported on the shoulders of grannies, who are the past generations. And so once again, I thank you Granny for the work you have done bringing the present generation into the world. Goodbye Granny. I will miss you.