Just a story to remember

The idea of never meeting you, is unfortunately real. To me your just a story. I always wondered what it would be like you were here. Would you like the same things I do? Would you be proud, of not just of me but your family. Today is supposed to be your birthday. To who or what do I "Happy Birthday" without you. I can't help but feel sadness because I miss you even though I've never met you. It's your birthday today. It's supposed to be a happy day. But I have no idea what to do. How many empty "happy birthdays" do I have to keep whispering to your photo. I miss you grandma, although you were long gone before I was born I miss you. Especially when mom tells me stories about you and the life you wished to have. The life you weren't able to live. Even the most simple thing, like writing my name makes me think of you. I know from your wonderful daughter that you only beginning to learn to read and write. Such a small accomplishment makes me proud of you. So I write your name, my name, the name we share, as many times as I can for you. So I write this with you in mind because I don't think I can say any of this aloud. But your always on my mind, every thing I've done is with you in mind. A story to me but a life to be remembered.