I went to see an old family friend of my grandpa’s today.

He’s in the hospital, real old, around 80 something.

Fragile, soft old man.

But real grumpy, like my grandpa, so it’s fun to be around.

It’s always difficult to see someone strong become so weak.

And it’s worst to know that there’s nothing you can do.

I watched as I gave him his cup to drink his water because heaven sakes, he couldn’t hold it.

Sad, sad scene.

But he’s alive.

As for you, happy birthday.

It’s been years, I’d say about 7, maybe 8. I don’t remember specifics, remember?

I hated the fact that you passed away on grandma’s birthday, what a horror for her to feel.

She says whenever she hugs me, she feels like she’s hugging you.

Maybe it’s true.

I’m scared to look in her eyes because she’s yearning to be with you.

And it’s scary to think about how serious she is.

Everybody seems to be on the edge, I’m trying to get solid ground.

You’re done, you already won.

I think some guidance would be nice, it really would be.

But I’ll wait until next year.

Then maybe we’ll see.

I miss you.

But I’m good.

I hope you are too.

Wherever you are.