Some memories don’t just visit you—they stay. Not because they were grand or planned, but because they came wrapped in everyday laughter and the presence of someone you miss dearly. A few years ago, I picked up my elderly mom to bring her to my house for Easter lunch. She had her usual batch of goodies— something she’d made for the meal, a plastic sack with odds and ends, and a little something extra for Kade, my grandson—her great-grandson.