I wish I had a grandma in a retirement community in Florida. I'd make sure that I'd go and visit her every February. She'd ask me how things are in Minnesota and tell me that I can move into her home whenever I get tired of being cold like she did a few years back. She'd be tan and leather skinned and smell like talcum powder and Avon. But none of my Grandmas ever moved to Florida and they have both been gone for a while. Still, when I see pictures of little old ladies with bright white hair and bronze faces I wish I had one to visit in Boca.
There should be an adoption agency for little old ladies to adopt grandmotherless adults.