I’m in Kanagawa, Japan, visiting my son and his family. It’s early morning, and my 5-year-old grandgirl has crawled into my futon, snuggling up to me like she used to when they lived with us in the States. Her three siblings are asleep in their bunk beds, just inches away from my feet. And while I’m in the Far East, I am keenly aware of what’s happening in the Middle East. The looming deadline just a couple of hours away, the talk of nuclear bombs, annihilation, genocide, war crimes, etc., etc., etc. I feel my anxiety rise as I ponder the very near future, then a calm washes over me. If the world were to indeed end right now, with me in my futon with my arms wrapped around one of my joys, three other joys peacefully asleep in the same room with me, knowing my remaining joys are with their families, I would die a happy woman.