For as long as I can remember, I’ve gotten a card from my grandpa for my birthday.
Every year, usually the day before, the card would arrive. A $10 bill tucked gently inside and the words, “Love you – Grandpa” scratched onto the card stock. And right there next to him, since 1994, has been “Grandma Mary.”
Grandpa passed away in April, but Mary, God bless her, has carried on the tradition. Today is my first birthday without grandpa here, but look what I got in the mail yesterday:
And here’s what you need to understand: They’ve never missed it. Which is unbelievable because Grandpa had ten kids. That means a lot of grandkids and great-grandkids and even a couple great-great-grandkids. Even so, without fail, that card and $10 from grandpa and Mary would be in your mailbox right on-time.
I know it won’t go on forever, but it was nice to open the mailbox and see that card at least one more time. It made me sad, because I miss my grandpa, but it also made me smile to know what an amazing woman he married after my grandma died.
So, thank you for the card, Grandma Mary, and the lovely reminder.
And I hope you’re having a great time in Heaven, grandpa.
I miss you.