In 2017, my mother’s mother’s health started to decline rapidly. The week after her death, my mother’s younger brother was diagnosed with terminal colon cancer. My mom was the main caretaker for both, traveling back and forth from her home in the east coast to California. Within six months they were both gone and a house once filled with the noise of three television sets and many international phone calls was quiet with only the ticking second hand of the various wall clocks to fill the void.