Missing My Grandma On Her Birthday
Grief has a funny way of showing up in different emotions. Today it’s shown up heavily as guilt.
July 7, 1930, is the day my sweet grandma was born. She was the youngest of three girls and a bit spoiled. She married young and had four children. My grandpa adored her. Then two days after her 40th birthday on July 9th, she became a grandma to her one and only granddaughter, me.