When I arrived at the ranch, my truck tires crunched over the long gravel drive before coming to a stop in front of the low, wide house with the wraparound porch. Doc and Grandpa sat together on an outdoor love seat with a big flannel blanket wrapped around them and Doc’s head resting on Grandpa’s wide shoulder. It was a sight so familiar and comforting, I felt it deep into my bones. I was home.
