My journey with Norma began when I was eight days old. As far as I am told, this was the number of days it took for her daughter to accept help in caring for her first new born. My grandmother, who had anxiously been waiting for the phone call, rushed from her home in Santa Barbara up to San Jose, to commence what I would later know as one of the truest and deepest relationships in my life.

Throughout my youth, we enjoyed what might be considered a classic heartwarming relationship between grandmother and granddaughter. My grandmother centered much of her life on her children, and was elated for the opportunity to do so with her grandchildren. As her first granddaughter, I suffered no lack of attention, clothing, dresses, stuffed animals, tea parties or exclusive grandmother-granddaughter vacations.

As time passed, it also introduced many of the dysfunctional family tangles that exist in today’s society. When my grandmother turned 85, I finally realized the journey that lay ahead for both of us. This website is dedicated to my grandmother Norma and to helping other care givers, family or friends, who may be embarking on a similar passage. It documents the journey that began when I realized that caring for my grandmother was more than just an unspoken of bond between the two of us, but a serious commitment and a vast journey into the unknown.