“So maybe it’s not sad that Gran lives alone. Maybe it’s a choice. “But what if it never rains again here?” I ask her. She makes a quick face—like a face she might make if I were blowing that whistle right in her ear. Then she says, “I guess I’ll have to take that question one day at a time.” FateMindfulnessUncertaintyExistentialismPresenceImpermanenceLiving Questions Author:Wendy Mass