My Gram sent my daughter a birthday card. Innocent, loving written. I will put it in her baby book with the others.
It made me cry.
My daughter has a card for her second birthday from her Bubbe (great-grandma) and not her RaRa.
Sara went to New York this weekend with school. I told her to be safe, have a great trip and I love her. Yes, I should be saying it anyway, but I shouldn’t be saying it from the vantage point I said it from. I had my moms voice in my head while it was being said. I had her voice in my head because it’s the same thing she always said to me anytime I went anywhere, from across the street to across the country.
I really hate that every birthday, every anniversary, every trip, is one more reason for me to be sad, even if it’s a reason for me to be joyous.
It will get easier. These things take time.
((hugs))