It's one of those calls you expect, but really don't expect. We had the Republican National Convention turned up in the newsroom, the President and First Lady had just spoken, and Fred Thompson was about to take the stage when the phone rang. It was one of my younger sisters calling to tell me Grandma Brunner had just passed away. She had been in failing health for quite some time, so while not a complete surprise, it is still a loss. Grandma B was my last surviving grandparent - both of my grandfathers had died before I was born. She had quite a story, too. She and my grandfather ran a family dairy farm and raised six children. My grandfather died of a heart attack at a relatively young age, so what did she do? In her 50s, she decided to return to school and get her degree to become a registered nurse - and graduated at the top of her class! Proof you're never too old to learn new things or pursue new passions. I remember being on the receiving end of that nursing once when I sliced my toe on a garden tool running barefoot outside! Grandma leaves a legacy of kindness and compassion, and I'm all the better for having her in my life.