Today would have been your 84th birthday if you were still here on earth with us. They say that time heals. Maybe it does. I still just feel emptiness in my heart. I don’t think there’s a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. I miss the days when I could pick up the phone and say, “hey granny” and hear your voice on the other end reply, “hey bébé”.
I’m going to admit something here that haunts me everyday. It’s three simply words that continue to mull over in my mind…I didn’t call. You died in the midst of my mom’s tragedy. You were sick. I didn’t want you to know about mom because you would get upset and worry making your sickness all that much worse. So, what did I do? I didn’t call. I didn’t call because I wouldn’t know what to say when you asked about mom and dad. I didn’t call because I didn’t want you to get upset. In my heart, I thought I was doing the right thing. I know now that I was wrong. So what if you asked me about mom. I should have called. You needed to hear my voice in the midst of all that you were going through. For that, I am eternally sorry.
I love you with all my heart and miss you like crazy. Happy heavenly birthday, Granny!
PS – My deepest apologies for the heavy post. You can read the “One Year” tribute post HERE that is a bit on the brighter side.