Happy Birthday, Grandma

I cannot let the day go by without mentioning that my deceased, sweet grandmother would have been 89 years old today; her name was Hope. She was one of my best friends growing up and such a comfort to me. I always knew just how much she loved me and just how much I meant to her. She used to send my sister and I the most thoughtful gifts just so we knew that she was thinking about us. It wasn't the gifts that mattered so much, it was the fact that she took the time, that she cared enough to, and that we were on her mind.

I loved my grandmother more than anyone in the world, growing up. I feel so blessed to have had that kind of love in my life. She was so selfless, and lived simply. She sacrificed a lot in her life. I feel like, in the end, she sacrificed the most because it was due to her poor health that I was saved from my destructive patterns as a teenager. I know, though, that given the chance, she would have done it all over again.

I love you, Grandma. Happy Birthday!