In a few days it will be my late Gram’s birthday. She has been on my mind and in my heart with a strong presence the last several weeks.
She had a joke that each year on her birthday she would be twenty-six years old. When I was younger I laughed and laughed with her about her new age. How could she be the same age as the year before? When I was a little older I played along, asking her if she would, again, turn twenty-six that year. Sometimes, catching me quite off guard, she would say she was turning thirty-five or twenty-seven. Now, as January 23rd approaches, I miss that silly, sweet conversation that happened this time of year.
I still feel as if I can pick up the phone and we can have our hours long conversations. I miss the stories she would share with me – about her travels, her trips to the grocery store, what she was cooking for dinner.
I miss her smile and her laugh. I miss the sweet smell of her perfume and her hugs.
My heart hurts that she won’t be there in person to see me get married. She won’t be able to be with us as I find the perfect dress. I won’t be able to look across the room during the reception, seeing her floating on a cloud, pure joy dancing in her eyes, champagne glass in hand, heart bursting with happiness and pride. I won’t be able to admire her effortless class and beauty. She loved a party. She loved the company, the glam and glitz, the food and drink. It would have been absolutely lovely to have our first dance to her singing.
Before she died it was all she could ever talk about. “Alix”, she sighed, “you need to start dating. I just don’t understand why someone as beautiful as you doesn’t have anyone! Get on it, you better have something good to report before we speak next time. I’m a little disappointed.” She made me laugh.
We will all remember her on my wedding day. We will all miss her. I can only close my eyes, see us holding hands together. Hers lifting mine to admire my wedding gown, making her princess twirl for her. Happy tears and joyful smiles on our faces. Her green eyes absolutely sparkling.
Gram, I hope you have a beautiful twenty-six birthday. You look damn good. And I will surely be seeing you on my special day. You will be there, in spirit and in my heart. I love and miss you.


