More cheese please!

My grandma was not big on backing cookies when we went to see her. She instead made the best bowl of queso. I would go to their apt and play rummy with my grandad and she would make us queso and corn. What a weird combination but I love queso and I love corn so it worked for me. My grandad was one of those guys who had the funniest cuss words. He never actually had anything bad but he would just make up stuff. He loved to laugh like woody woodpecker and take "shortcuts" that always got us lost. I loved to drive with him though because he and Grandma would always start to argue and it would usually be about nothing. They were both deaf and always yelled when they talked. The TV would always be as loud as it could go, if you don't think golf isn't exiting you just don't have your volume up high enough.

I have been wanting to write something about my grandma for a couple of weeks. I guess I feel guilty for not going to see her. She has Alzheimers and hasn't known who I am for two years now. Last time I saw her was two years ago on her birthday. She just called me a hansom man. I want to go see her but I know if I do I wont be looking at the same grandma I have so many good memories of.