The last few times we visited grandma in the nursing home, she was always trying to get daddy to eat her lunch. Which isn't surprising. She was a natural care taker. Needed to see to it that EVERYONE ate.
One summer when I was probably in middle school, I stayed at Grandma's house for several weeks. She called me Dana from Transylvania the whole time (because we live in Pennsylvania lol)
I'll always remember how everyone would be in the living room talking, and grandma - from all the way back in her bedroom - would yell out to us as if she was right in the middle of the conversation. She was always listening and butting in
You could always catch grandma either cooking or ironing, and singing church songs while doing it.
