It is 12:16 a.m on Januray 20, 2010. It's my 35th birthday. It's a significant day... one I've been dreading for awhile. 35 seems so grown up and, dare I say, old. But now that it's here, I'm sad for a reason that has nothing to do with my age.
The last time I talked to my Grandma was on December 27th. She sounded so good! She called to wish Brad and me a happy anniversary. We celebrated 13 years. And on the same day, she and Grandpa celebrated 64 years of marriage. I told her what a good example they were for us, and how I hoped Brad and I will someday celebrate 64 years together. We joked that December 27th must be a lucky day. I am so proud to share my anniversary with such an amazing couple.
Grandma Parker made a lasting impression on me and I will never forget her. It is because of Grandma Parker, I write thank you notes. She is the reason I love a good book, pecan pie and a nicely set table. I feel guilty for not calling and visitng more, and for not going to the hospital the last time she was here. But I also know Grandma forgives me, and loves me anyway. I know I won't get a phone call from her today. There will be no birthday card with her perfect handwriting. But she is with me, watching me from above. I will do my best to make her proud.