Today is my grandma's birthday. I really love this woman. It's safe to say I am who I am because of Grandma, and if I resemble her in any way--a certain turn of my face or a tone in my voice or the way I laugh, the words I choose (like "wonderful", which is one of her favorites), the beliefs I hold--I am so glad. This is the woman who made me mixtapes when I was a little girl which always included Frank Sinatra singing "Young at Heart." She is. I know no person so full of life, of vim and vigor, of passion as my grandma. How lucky am I to have such a wild, misbehaved woman as a role model?
I love you, Grandma. Happy Birthday!
''Her grandmother, as she gets older, is not fading but rather becoming more concentrated.''
- Paulette Bates Alden