My birthday is in one month. I will be one year shy of turning 30, and I already have a big plan in place to make 29 memorable. Stay tuned for more details.
My mom asked me what type of cake I wanted for my birthday, and as I started to say what flavor I truly wished for, I realized that this would be the first time in my entire life I wouldn't share a piece of cake with my grandmother. And for the first time in my entire life, there would be no envelope waiting for me with my standard gift of $25.
That made me start to do some math.
I always sort of made fun of the fact that my grandmother always gave us 25 for our birthdays, despite the little economic term called inflation. I was able to buy a half of a tank of gas one year for my birthday, which I always thought was humerous. These days, 25 might fill up a quarter of a tank, if I'm lucky.
But I got 25 each year for 28 years, consistently.
That's 700 dollars.
When you put it that way, it doesn't seem so chintzy, does it?
It's going to be weird having a birthday without her. Last year, I had a freuadian slip when I told my mom we needed to make sure we saved a piece of cake for Mema and Grandad. It's hard sometimes realizing tha they aren't still here. And I'll admit, I haven't deleted her number from my favorites on my phone. (And truth be told, I still call her number sometimes, even though I know the operator will answer and tell me it is no longer a working number.)
But my birthday fund is going to cease at $700. There will be no card signed "Grandma" even though she knew good and well I only called her that when referring to her to my cousins (and part of me thinks she did it just to make me mad anyways.)
But I think I'll eat a piece of cake in her memory, just because.
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