A Grandma is...
...love and hugs and kisses and smiles and warmth. A grandma is strength and softness and kindness and praise. A grandma is a gift. My grandma came to visit this past weekend. It isn't often that I get to see her anymore. You see, she can't drive these days and relies on those around her to get her where she needs to go. I'd be that someone, but she lives in Chicago, and well, I don't. Just like the rest of us, grandma is getting older. I think the hardest part about seeing her so sporadically is that in my mind's eye she is still 50 years old and healthy as can be. When I was younger she used to live next door, this is where I spent most of my time. I probably still would if she were closer. But I digress... Grandma used to have a sewing room. I was never destined to be a seamstress like she was, but how I loved to tinker with the scraps she left behind. I can remember one fine day, in 7th grade, where I was bound...