I am talking to my grandmother for the first time since the devastating earthquake and tsunami in Japan.
She lives in Hokkaido, the island up north where there has only been one reported death so far. By the grace of God, she and the rest of my family in Hokkaido are all okay.
However, our family in Sendai, the epicenter of the massive quake, their fate is still unknown.
My grandmother and I are chatting away. We are both completely thrilled to hear each other's voice. At this moment, I am making her promise me that she will stay alive until the day I die. And she does.
We're talking about death, God, gratitude, sorrow, kindness, food, love, and our family in Sendai. She is telling me that we have lots and lots of family there -- great uncles, aunts, distant cousins -- and we can only hope that they're all okay. But we have yet to hear back from any of them.