Our Story
The Legacy of Dorothy & Rodney Remme
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There are moments in life that quietly change everything.
Moments that don’t seem extraordinary while you’re living them, but years later you realize they shaped the person you would become.
For me, those moments weren’t found in a classroom, a boardroom, or behind a desk.
They were found around my grandparents’ kitchen table.
They were found laughing over card games.
Listening to Grandpa tell stories I’d heard a hundred times but never grew tired of.
Watching Grandma smile when everyone she loved was finally back home together.
Those moments became the foundation of my life.
This isn’t simply the story of how It’s Always 420 in AZ was created.
It’s the story of two extraordinary people whose love, strength, and unwavering example forever changed my life—and whose legacy continues to shape every patient we have the privilege of serving.
Dorothy L. Remme and Rodney Lee Remme.
My Story
Growing up, Illinois was never just somewhere I visited.
It was home.
No matter where life took me, I always found my way back.
Back to Grandma’s cooking.
Back to Grandpa’s stories.
Back to evenings spent around the kitchen table talking about life.
Back to card games that somehow became far more competitive than they ever needed to be.
Back to a house that somehow made every problem feel just a little smaller.
It was where I could slow down.
Where we could breathe.
Where we could reset.
Where we could heal.
Where we could simply be home.
As I grew older, those trips became even more meaningful.
I wanted my children to experience the same love I grew up with.
I wanted them to know their great-grandparents.
To laugh with Grandma "GiGi".
To learn from Grandpa.
To build memories that would stay with them forever.
None of us knew how precious those ordinary days would one day become.
As the years passed, our visits slowly began to change.
The conversations became a little longer.
The hugs lasted a little longer.
The pace of life became a little slower.
Without anyone ever saying a word, our time together naturally shifted.
The people who had spent a lifetime taking care of me became the people I was honored to stand beside and take care of them.
Like so many families, we were always searching for ways to help them live as comfortably and as fully as possible.
Medical cannabis became one part of that journey.
I routinely traveled to Illinois to make sure they had the products that brought them the most comfort—topicals for aching joints, gummies, and even vapor products when appropriate.
It wasn’t about replacing traditional medicine.
It wasn’t about replacing their physicians.
It was about giving them another option.
Another source of comfort.
Another reason to smile.
Another opportunity to enjoy the time we still had together.
As their health continued to decline, those treatments became an important part of their daily care.
By the time both Grandma and Grandpa were hospitalized, their medical cannabis therapies had become so well established that they were included alongside the rest of their medications, and nursing staff continued administering those treatments because they understood the comfort they provided.
Watching that happen changed something inside me.
It reminded me that healthcare isn’t about choosing one treatment over another.
It’s about caring enough to ask…
“What will truly help this person?”
As I cared for my grandparents, I began seeing healthcare—and families—through completely different eyes.
I saw seniors overwhelmed by technology that seemed to change faster than anyone could keep up with.
I saw veterans who had spent their lives serving our country struggle to navigate complicated healthcare systems when they needed help the most.
I saw family members carrying appointments, medications, hospital stays, paperwork, and impossible decisions while quietly wondering if they were doing enough.
But I also came to understand something that broke my heart.
Not everyone has someone.
Not everyone has a daughter.
A granddaughter.
A son.
A brother.
A sister.
A lifelong friend.
Someone willing to make the phone calls.
Ask the difficult questions.
Sit beside them in a hospital room.
Or simply remind them they aren’t facing life’s hardest moments alone.
Some patients walk through life without an advocate.
Others place their trust in someone they believe will care for them, only to discover that trust wasn’t honored the way it should have been.
Watching my grandparents’ journey taught me how deeply vulnerable people become when they don’t have someone willing to stand beside them.
That realization forever changed how I view healthcare.
But it also forever changed how I view family.
Sometimes family the person who chooses to stay.
The person who shows up.
The person who refuses to let you walk through difficult moments alone.
Every challenge my grandparents faced made me ask the same question.
“How can we make this easier for the next family?”
That question became the foundation of everything we’ve built.
It still guides every decision we make today.
Every phone call answered with patience.
Every question we take the time to explain.
Every senior we help navigate technology.
Every caregiver eager to help their loved one.
Every veteran searching for answers.
Every patient who feels overwhelmed by a healthcare system that often feels impossible to navigate.
It all comes back to Dorothy and Rodney.
Because I remember what it felt like to stand beside the people I loved most and wish someone had made things just a little easier.
If we can be that person for someone else…
Then we’re honoring their legacy exactly the way they would have wanted.
My grandfather proudly served our country as a member of the 101st Airborne Division.
Watching his journey—and watching my grandmother faithfully stand beside him through every chapter of life—gave me an even greater appreciation for the sacrifices made by veterans and their families.
Supporting veterans has never simply been part of our mission.
It’s part of our family.
Their journey continues to inspire our commitment to helping veterans receive compassionate care, education, dignity, and easier access to the medicine they deserve.
One lesson my grandparents taught me will stay with me forever.
Every patient is someone to someone.
I know that because Dorothy and Rodney were mine.
And I also know that not everyone has someone waiting for them at home.
Some of the strongest people we’ve ever met don’t have an emergency contact listed.
Some don’t have family nearby.
Some don’t have anyone to sit beside them during appointments.
Some simply need someone willing to care.
If someone has family…
We hope to support them.
If someone doesn’t…
I hope they leave knowing they have us.
Not because we could ever replace the people they love.
But because everyone deserves kindness.
Everyone deserves patience.
Everyone deserves dignity.
Everyone deserves an advocate.
"Love doesn't end when someone leaves this world"
When my grandparents passed away, I felt like part of my purpose had gone with them.
For so many years, caring for them had become part of who I was.
I couldn’t imagine what came next.
The truth is…
I still miss them every single day.
There are moments when I wish I could call them.
To tell Grandpa about the veteran who finally found relief.
To tell Grandma about the senior who smiled because someone patiently helped them through technology that once felt impossible.
To tell them about the daughter who hugged me because she finally felt like someone understood.
I’d give anything to tell them about every life they’ve continued to touch without ever meeting those people.
Then I remember something they spent a lifetime teaching me.
Love doesn’t end when someone leaves this world.
Neither does their legacy.
I never dreamed about building a business.
I dreamed about making life just a little easier for families like mine.
If that meant answering one more phone call…
Helping one more veteran…
Walking one more senior through the process…
Explaining something one more time…
Or simply sitting with someone long enough for them to know they mattered…
Then that’s exactly what I wanted to do.
Because I know firsthand how much those moments matter.
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Since losing my grandparents, carrying the Remme name has taken on an entirely new meaning.
It reminds me every single day where I came from.
The values they lived by.
If this business can make even one family’s journey a little less overwhelming than ours sometimes felt…
Then every obstacle we’ve faced has been worth it.
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