4 years short of a century
3 years since we celebrate it without you

Happy birthday to the grandma
Whose humor always get everyone crackling,
Whose mathematical skill always accurate,
Whose dancing always in rhythm,
Whose memory always so sharp,
Who perceives better than those who can actually see,
Who haven’t seen my face since I was born
But always hugs me tightly
And tells me I’m her favorite.

Sundays have never been the same.
Keep dancing in Heaven!

Love,
February