In Gainesville we visited my early childhood, including an impromptu tour of the restored glory which is my Lake grandparents' old home. We also visited their graves, which was quite a bit more emotional for me than I had expected.
420 miles or so after we set out, we were back in Dallas for a terrific Chinese dinner with the parents. Off to the airport at 0:dark:30 for the flight home. Photos and other such tomorrow or the next day.
I leave you with this potentially evocative if necessarily inaccurate thought:
"We are defined by the deaths of our parents and the lives of our children."