at the airport. It is always kind of an anti-climactic goodbye because she is so wrapped up in the whole airport get-to-my-plane-and-wait thing. But at any rate we had a chance to chat and I got to say goodbye. Maybe we will need to plan a long weekend out to her this year sometime. She was talking positively about next year’s visit but she is 85 and in declining health, so we just never know.

As far as my other Grandma, I have been doing dismally. Her hubby had a stroke and is now in the nursing home, so she is alone at her place. I haven’t even been to visit him and haven’t called her since it happened, though I saw her once at my sister’s bridal shower.

I feel bad that this goal has to be so overt and that my grandmotherly connections don’t come naturally, but they don’t. So I will just keep working on it. This week I will call my Grandma one night and she will be tickled pink.