Hey Grandma,

Happy birthday!

I know its been 3 almost 4 years, but I want to do this for you. 

It just sank in a few days ago that you would've been 70 this year. I had to cover my mouth after I punched in the years on a calculator.

Even though you've been gone for a while, it feels like you're still here. Till I realise I can't come over and stalk you in the kitchen.

I still have a picture of you and Papa in my room. I love remembering the day that was taken. 

I remember picking rasberries with you and my siblings. We would always end up eating most of them before we washed them, no matter what you tried telling us.

You never met my cat, Leia. You would've loved her. She was born only a bit more than a month after you passed.

You never met your youngest grandchild either. She's turning 3 this year. I like to think your her gaurdian angel. Sadly she'll never know what it's like falling off the duck car thingy like the rest of her cousins.

I miss those sleepovers I'd have with you and Papa. Even if you did fall asleep before I did.

I miss how you would give us treats even when dad said not too. I miss both you ignoring his statments and those chocolates.

I still have a bunch of the cards you wrote for me for birthdays or Christmas. According to mom and dad you and I have very similar hand writing. I always loved how you said "love from" at the end of your cards instead of just "love" or "from".

I'll just end it here. I love you. I feel like I never told you that enough.

Happy birthday again.

Love from,

Your 1st biracial grandchild