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  • This is the view from the dock of my grandparent's lake cabin.
    Coincidentally it is the only place you can get a lick of cell phone reception.

    Not that I usually need my cell phone while I'm out there. But the dock is a place to sit with a book and dip your toes in the water, listening to the lapping of the waves on the shore.

    The week spent with my family is a time for togetherness after all (togetherness that is often missing in our lives). We play hours upon hours of bridge (no, it is not an old-person's game. It is a game where the competition burns fierce and bright), we play board games, we read side-by-side, we drive forty minutes to another small town to buy earrings, we look at the stars at night, we try and avoid hitting deer, we pet the dog, we use the dog as a lap blanket, we look for the woodpecker that decides to peck at six o'clock in the damn morning, we talk and laugh and rehash old stories. We are happy.

    Now that my grandmother has passed away (Christmas, unexpectedly, in her sleep) I wonder what this summer will bring. I wonder if my grandfather will want to go up by himself, be in the cabin by himself where there is so much presence of her to see and touch.

    And I wonder. If I went out to the dock with my cell phone, could I get a signal to Heaven?
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