From last Monday to Thursday I was in Atlanta, Georgia with family. My maternal Lola, my mother’s mother, was undergoing surgery to remove malignant tumors from her thyroid and left breast, a partial mastectomy.

From Saturday to Sunday, I was in Columbus, Ohio to cheer Nick, along with two of his siblings, as he ran his first half marathon. 13.1 miles covered in under two hours.

I am physically and emotionally fatigued. This week was one of the most mind-boggling and emotionally charged weeks I can remember.

I will write more about it shortly, but for now, my reflection is this: Family, undoubtedly, matters.