I miss her all the time. To say every day would probably be a lie, but even all these months later, i'll think of something i want to tell her, or something will remind me of her... and grief will wash over me like a physical tidal wave. It mostly happens while I'm driving. I can't drive into (or through) NYC anymore without that same weight of missing her - because once I moved away from NYC, every time i'd go back, I would try to make time to go and visit - to squeeze it in. And now it just feels like something's missing. The whole city has a black hole for me.
Happy Birthday, Grandma. I wish I could talk to you one more time... especially today.
|Me & Grandma Laura, December 1979|
|2008 (I was pregnant).|
|4 Generations - the week we brought Lily home.|
|2011 - Atlantic City|
|Laura & Her Family, April 2011|
|We celebrated her 90th birthday in April, 2011 in Atlantic City.|