Thanks, Grandma, I love you

In January last year I felt the itch to move out of my apartment.

I wanted something new, a change, and was looking for different places to live in midtown. The same day I was offered a lease on a new place, my grandmother called and asked me to stay with her for a couple days while she got out the hospital after hip surgery. She was 95 at the time and had lived alone for over 32 years.