Dear, dear Ne,
Happy birthday! We miss you so, so much. I miss the little individually-wrapped warm ham and cheese sandwiches you make… and your pot roast. I think of you every time I see anything to do with dachshunds… which seems like every time I go into a shop these days. I think of you when I see the little girls in their Catholic uniforms at the Millbrae train station. And when Jake and I use the froggie bath towel you gave him. I miss you most when I’m in the backyard at Kristen and Jay’s.
You would have been immensely proud of your daughter at the memorial. She was so strong and articulate. She described what a special bond you built and and how you changed her life. And she didn’t even call you her “evil stepmother” 🙂
I look at Jakey’s little arms and I think of you. How the first time you held him, you joked that he kept flipping you off. And gave me a hard time for “putting rubberbands around his little arms and wrists.” You would hardly believe it Grandma Ne… the little chubby creases are almost gone.
I’ll never forget our last brunch at Left Bank, just before Sex and the City 2. As always, your smile and stories warmed my heart, and I reluctantly went home when our girlie outing was over.
I just wanted you to know that we are thinking about you, every single day, and miss you more than words can say. Happy birthday.
All my love,
jaimie
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