For some odd reason, this day has always had a special place in my heart. I’m not sure if it’s because my birthday is coming up in a few days. Perhaps it reminds me of grade school and old friends- today is the birthday of one of my old friends.
Last week I went on a super-organizing binge. Once I was (mostly, since how can you ever really be completely DONE organizing) finished, I allowed myself to enjoy a container of old letters and pictures sent to me by family, close friends, old coworkers, former students, etc. I have a ton more at my parents’ house so the ones I have here are mostly just from the last year or so.
I soon came across a card that was written four years ago today. It’s a birthday card for me, dated February 24th, and it’s from my now-deceased grandpa. I think it’s the last card or letter I received from him while he was still semi-lucid, before the Alzheimer’s really took hold.
It’s a goofy card with a moving cat smiling…not the type he’d choose on his own. I think by the time he sent it I was almost moving back to Ohio and stopped in to say hello very quickly a week or so after I got the card. I just love the happy memories seeing his handwriting brings back.