A few months ago, while cleaning up my grandmother's bed I found her visiting card. What can I say to tell you how I felt? Just use your imagination, okay?
A little after that, my workplace issued me my visiting cards. I hated my old office so much I never bothered to collect my visiting card. So the ones that I have this time around are officially my first visiting cards. I know my grandmother would have been crazily ecstatic if I had shared them with her. Just like I was when I discovered her visiting card.
So we exchanged cards. I placed my visiting card next to her photograph. I carry her's around in my wallet.I think the world underestimates the relationship between grandmothers and granddaughters.