The last time I had a lucid conversation with my Grandma was at my wedding seven years ago. She was 92 years old. I made her a cup of tea. She loved her cups of tea. I made it and brought it over to her and put it in front of her. She looked at it and said "David you know I don't have milk in my tea".

Sorry Grandma.

Three years prior, at my oldest sister's wedding, she was meeting Kim my then-girlfriend and now-wife. She said to me "nice to see that Kim is keeping you well fed".