After my grandfather died in January, my aunts made sure that one of them or one of their friends was sleeping over at my grandmother's house all the time. Grandma was pretty shaken by the loss of her husband of 66 1/2 years, and because of her chronic back problems, everyone agreed that it was better if she had some company during the day and definitely someone else sleeping in the house at night. Then I showed up in March and Grandma's had three months of my being around. And for three months she's been insisting - really, she could live alone if we'd all just give her the chance. Over the course of 86 years, my grandmother has gone from living with her parents, to a residential position at a children's home where she fell in love with my grandfather, to 66 years of married life. And I, as a woman who's lived alone most of the last 8 years, I'm thinking... Grandma. You have *no* idea what you're asking for. But the out-of-Tulsa-town family is...
2021 and I'm still trying to remember which box I packed my sense of adventure in. Weaving and baking and walking the dogs until I can find it.