Today I was reminded of a time when my going to my grandma's house was the best. I spent lots of time at my grandma's house when I was growing up. My grandma was not your typical knitting and baking grandma. She lived in an apartment and worked -- a lot. In fact she worked until she was 80 driving a half hour to work each way.
I remember once, during my master's, grandma around 78 came with my mother to visit me. We met in Saint Louis and had a wonderful weekend. We stayed at the Adam's Mark. We shopped at the Plaza Frontenac. We ate at the hill.
My grandma no longer works, drives or travels. She is retired and lives alone. My parents visit her often. But since I don't live in the same state as her I see her only a couple of times a year. I miss the times we shared. But I must say that I am happy to have such rich memories. That said when I retire. I am traveling around the country in a Bambi.