:) The day Grandma Dee died, I opted to go to Duluth rather than sit at home and wait to hear for news. I *know* that's what she would want. She *loved* life and exploring life. It's part of why she didn't want a funeral (it was also all about her, and she knows funerals aren't *really* about the person who died, so much as consoling the people who are left behind as a role in society, but I digress). Nanny quilted (that's why I went ahead with the quilting machine, and why I'm quilting now :). She also cooked like no one's business - but I was already cooking - can't take that one on - but I'm adapting her recipes to be gluten free. :) ). I'm still reflecting on Grandma Muggleton. Oddly she's more difficult - but of the three, I have more memories of her.