Last week, I updated my cell phone contacts for, I think, the first time ever. Lately I've found, with some regularity, I don't have a number I need. I encounter names in my directory that are only vaguely familiar, that I must have added at some point for a one-time purpose, and now clutter the system and make it hard to use. As I was working, adding and subtracting, I came upon my deceased Grandmother Wolf's phone number. I paused and sat for a long time thinking about it, about this discovery. My friend Greg called as I sat there, lost in thought. I told him what had just happened. His mother died a few months ago; I knew he'd understand.