Life happens somewhere between birth
and death.
Many years and birthdays between,
God willing.
And I watched the old home movies,
Dear Grandma,
of one of the best of birthday celebrations,
your 81st,
and saw the surprise in
your eyes,
as you speechlessly spoke
no word.
Two hundred some people,
there to show you, you
were loved.
So, I watched the movies,
and saw you,
and missed you,
and cried.
I hope that is OK.
and I somehow feel guilty,
because a few weeks ago,
there was at least two or three
minutes in a row,
I did not think of you,
and miss you.
Please forgive me
for this rarity.
