In my generation, when you retire, you tend to move to where your grandchildren are. My parents didn’t move where we lived. We travelled to their house. But, for whatever reason, for us and many of our friends, we like to live close to our adult children and their families, wherever they are.
When we retired, we moved to Oklahoma where our son-in-law was called right out of seminary to a church in a small rural community. As it happened, that community was in the same county where the Veith family farm had been, where my father grew up and where we would visit, especially on Memorial Day, to visit our extended family and to the cemetery where our family members were buried to decorate their graves.