I found out this morning that my grandmother passed away.
My favorite memory of her was from when I was a kid. My mom used to have me go to their house for the summer, or at least during the daytime during the summer. I would inevitably show up with a working knowledge of all the movie theatres in the area, what was playing, and at what time. And Grandma would usually take me.
My second favorite memory of her was going to Organ Grinder Pizza, which was very near their house. She knew I LOVED the big organ sounds and the hoopla, and we went as often as we could.
The little house on Tejon in Denver will always be a place I go to in my mind, sometimes during dreams, and sometimes just reminiscing about days gone by.
I'm glad you were happy these past few months, Grandma, getting to see those beautiful grandbabies out on the East Coast and spending some quality time with Aunt Susan. Everyone should be so lucky to be happy when they go...
-m-