Celebrating birthdays is always, I think, a time when we’ll all miss my grandma the most.
On Saturday, my little cousin turned 10 years old. She’s full of life and laughter and joy in ways that I wish I could’ve been at her age. (There’s not one moment I’m not eternally grateful for the childhood she and my cousins are getting a chance to have. )
As she turns 10 though, it reminded me of all the ways my grandmother would have loved to see this through. This specific grandchild is named after her and I remember how this made her happy on so many days when life was hard.
I also thought back to how just last year my grandmother was sick, but still around, to sing happy birthday to all 3 of my cousins whose birthdays are in February. It wasn’t until 6 days after that last birthday that my grandma had the seizure that put her back in the hospital.
I’ve spoken about this before, but there’s just something about being so close to a death anniversary that makes you live in the past. I personally hate the feeling because it’s very hard to live in February 2015 when my mind is buying shares in February 2014.
