It’s only a year after Grandpa disappears that Bill takes me to a optometrist to find out that I’m really, really nearsighted.  The first time I walk out of the eye doctor’s with my new Mrs. Beasley glasses, I’m startled to realize that I can see the leaves on the trees.  I stare at everything on the way home until I have a headache.  

It makes me wonder with some sadness what I missed seeing as a kid in Southeast Asia.