Nobody called on my Birthday

By the title of this entry, you might think I'm writing a pity post. Well, I'm not.  I only bring it up because it serves as a sad reminder.

Every year as far back as I can remember, I got a phone call on my birthday from my grandma and grandpa.  When my grandma began to decline with her dementia, my grandpa didn't miss a beat.  He had all his girls' birthdays written down and called without fail.  A quick "Happy birthday, Laura! I love you." was all he wanted to say.  I looked forward to it, and it always made me feel like his precious little granddaughter no matter how old I was.  When cell phones entered the picture, I could tell when he was calling.  He had the only "Blocked" number that ever buzzed my way.

Last year, Scott and I were away celebrating my 30th birthday.  I didn't hear the phone buzz and I missed it.  That special "blocked" number called me once again for my birthday.  I was bummed to miss his voice and for some reason he didn't leave a message, but I knew what he would have said.  Two days later while we were still away (one year ago today), I got a different call.  My mom informed me through tears that Grandpa had just passed away.

That 30th birthday is a bittersweet memory now.  Although not talking with him, I knew as always, he didn't forget.  And as this 31st birthday approached, I was emotional knowing that blocked number wouldn't make it on my screen this time.  I missed him then and I miss him now and every day too.

So again, this isn't a sob story about no one calling to wish me a happy birthday.  If you know me, you know I hate talking on the phone anyway! ha!  But the fact that there wasn't the ONE call I loved, made it sting pretty badly.

Today is Grandpa's heavenaversary.  We miss you down here, Oh Bob!  The Giants have stunk since you've been gone. So much is changing around us, but your memory doesn't!  Your smile, laughter, your baby blues, jokes and songs, prayers with thees and thous... We think of these with such fondness.  We continue to be thankful for your loving presence and the deep roots of faith you planted in our lives. 

It's so hard to imagine what heaven must be like, but it is sweeter picturing you there.  Still miss you though. xoxoxo