Had a trip to San Antonio, TX this week for the funeral of my grandmother. I’ve been to San Antonio many times, and it’s one of my favorite cities to visit. However, on this trip we didn’t get to do any of the many things you can do in San Antonio. No evening walks on the river walk, no great Mexican Restaurants, and no visit to the Alamo. I was only in San Antonio for about 24 hours, and it kinda felt like I just had a long layover. It was good to catch up with family from all over, and weird to think that we don’t get together more often. Isn’t it sad that sometimes death is the only thing that brings us together?