Yesterday was my Grandfather's (on my Dad's side)90th birthday. My Aunt held a birthday party for him. They live in California, so I was unable to go. And the time leading up to the party I thought that I was ok with this. I believe he understands. Anyway. I called when I got home from work to tell him 3 things, 1. Happy Birthday 2. I love you. 3. Really wish I could have been there. Now my grandfather, Poppy, has never been a man for talking on the phone, more so as he has aged. So I knew when I called it would be short. I told him the things I wanted to, and he said he loved me too, and maybe for his next birthday I could be there. I almost couldn't say good-bye. I really hope he has some more birthdays in him, but it bothered more than I thought to think that maybe I've missed it.
Joel was very sweet when I came back into the living room, crying. When I told him why, he said that in a few months I could try and plan a trip to go visit.
Even as I write this I'm bothered. Love him so very much, I worry I haven't shown it.
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Oh Chrissy... here I sit in tears. Poppy knows you love him. He loves you very much too. He is in VERY good spirits and I do believe you have NOT missed the last birthday for him. You know you are always welcome to stay with us if you can make it out this way. Don't be to hard on yourself... you have a beautiful (full) family to take care of with lots of responsibilities on your plate. I often feel like I am missing out on my grandma in CT too... it's hard living on different coasts... it is. We wish we could be in more then one place at a time... but we can't. I love you and hope to see you soon!
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