"When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time -- the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes -- when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's gone, forever -- there comes another day, and another specifically missing part."
— John Irving (A Prayer for Owen Meany)
Today is Nana Betty's 89th birthday. Today I missed...calling her to wish her a Happy Birthday...celebrating another July Club member...seeing the cards from all her friends...knockout roses in the center of the table...laughing over dinner...cheese and crackers (and the red drink!) on the back porch.
Happy Birthday, Precious Nana!
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