Today is my Grandmother Ruth's birthday. Had she not died on September 3rd of this year, she would have been ninety-two years old. It is astonishing to me how vividly I remember her 80th birthday celebration, almost as if it happened only a few years ago, when it happened over a decade in the past. Astonishing.
Now she is gone, and the family has only memories, which have flooded back to all of on this day... her first birthday that she will not be around to enjoy.