Grandma Zelda was an amazing grandmother. I so enjoyed visiting her almost every February and/or spring break. She always had a plan for our time together-pool days, shopping, musical concerts, going to the movies, dining out at some of her favorite restaurants, games of Gin, cooking together, and more shopping to hit all of the malls and stores! Her mind was incredibly sharp, even up until the last week of her life. I'll never forget when Matt and I visited her and took her to one of her doctor's appointments. Grandma had left her insurance card at home and when the receptionist figured she had no idea what her policy number was, boy she was wrong...Grandma rattled it off without hesitation knowing every number and letter perfectly.

Grandma Zelda taught me many things in life. Gin, which I still know how to play today, was a card game a young lad like me could learn easily. She and Rose Marie played Gin almost every day after their dinner. Music was the main thing that she and I shared: our love for it, and the appreciation we had for its composers and virtuosos. Her living room became a concert hall, and we would be its patrons during the afternoon or evening listening to any number of pieces. I won't ever be able to listen to Rach's 3rd or Glenn Gould's original Goldberg Variations without thinking of her, for she is the one that introduced me to these pieces and so many others. And of her feet, laying on a chair in front of her, moving to the cadences of the music.

I will always remember Grandma Zelda's love for music, which I also have. She also made the best oatmeal I've ever had! She was so sharp. I talked to her on the day before she passed and she told me she remembered every vacation she made to Europe and was telling me about all the places she visited.

At Norm and Georgia's house, after the funeral.