Happy Birthday, Grandma.

You’re bliss itself, you know that?

I remember walking into your room in the afternoons to find you watching the news, and somehow even that was mesmerizing.

I looked up to this genuine human being that had everything from class, sophistication, beauty, talent, love and much more.

Remembering times when you taught me little things like sitting up straight, reading books and never saying too much give me the warmth you get from sitting in front of a fireplace. I think if there’s one feeling i get when I think of you, it’s that. Warmth.

It’s your birthday today, and I realized that I never made you a birthday cake when you were around. Maybe it’s not such a big thing, but I crave doing something that little for you and telling you how much I really miss you while I give you the tightest hug.

I wanna go back in time and walk into your room on December 22nd, 2010, with a ton of balloons and a birthday cake full of sprinkles. I hope you hear my prayers today, though. That’s all I can give now.

Happy birthday sweetheart.

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