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From Grace, to all my Dash of Grace friends

Farewell, my friends.

Here I go, down another road, to see what I can see and do what I can do. There is always something interesting out there.

If you read last week's SV Weekend, you already know I have retired. SVM Reporter Christi Warren wrote a lovely story about me that I will keep forever. 

I will be 77 years old in October, and I have some other things I want to do – a little writing, sewing for the grandchildren. (The last four do not even have "grandma quilts" from me – and they are in their 30s!)

My daughter reminds me that, "Retirement is just a chance to reinvent yourself, and you have already done that about five times now. You can do it again."

I am not afraid I won't have enough to do, but I will miss all the friends I have made at the newspapers and the friends I have made exchanging recipes.

Oh, the fun we have had! Remember the apron party we had, where we brought all the pretty aprons and talked about them and told stories of the people who made them? That was fun.

What about all the good times we had at the Ladies' Night Out in the fall, and the cooking demonstrations at the mall? 

We talked on the phone, and exchanged stories via email. You sent me hints and tips, and a bunch of you even sent me sympathy cards when my cat Alex got old and had to be put to sleep.

That first road pulled me onto it when I was in fifth grade: That was when I decided to be a journalist. I knew what the word meant, I could spell it and I wrote poetry – the rhyming kind. The teacher pinned it up on the wall, and I called myself a journalist. The other kids called me a journalist. 

I may do a little writing when I am retired, who knows? And maybe we can find a way to exchange recipes, sometimes.

No road will ever top the road I have been on for the past 40 years. The Road to Journalism. I have loved every moment of it. Mostly because it is dealing with people.

Again, I will miss you. Thanks for the memories and thanks for the dance. It certainly has been fun. Maybe our paths will cross again.

I plan to spend some quality time with my great and large family, which now numbers nearly in the 50s, with another little boy on the way any day. In fact, he likely will be born even before you read this.

If you are already here, Cooper, have your mom and dad read this to you! I Love you, from Grandma Grace.

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