Here's a short story about the last memory I have of my grandmother before she passed away. My mom and I flew out to Mesa, AZ for my grandfather's funeral. A whole bunch of family was there which made it like a family reunion. I saw cousins I hadn't seen in a couple decades. Despite the reason for gathering, we had a nice time seeing everyone. But as the weekend came to a close, everyone had to go back home and whatnot. My mom and I were the last ones with my grandmother after everyone left. It was nice to get more exclusive time with her and I think she was happy we stayed a little longer. She made me some peaches in syrup (water and sugar) and we were just sitting at the dinner table watching the news and chit chatting when it happened. I don't remember what the topic was on the news but she just blurted out "It's those damn jews." My mom and I just stared at each other for a moment, then went back to enjoying the peaches and drinks. It wasn't until years later that I found the original Voat and I step out of "*Plato's Cave*". My grandmother also passed away later that same year. I wish she was still around so I could tell her I understand now.