Tomorrow would have been Gramps' 85th Birthday. Last year his birthday fell on Easter and we were all together. There was nothing that made him happier, or got him more choked up, than having the whole family together. The next day he went to the hospital for the first of what would be many visits over the next 6 months.
Gramps has been gone now for 5 1/2 months. Although the Holidays were difficult, it gets a little easier as time passes. However, there are still moments when it hits me that he's gone. I know that I will see him again in Heaven but sometimes that is not much comfort. I know that he's not suffering or in pain anymore, but that doesn't make it easier to hear Grams tell how much she misses him or still hears him in the house.
I'm not sure how we will acknowledge Gramps' birthday--its' not like we won't all know what day it is--but this is uncharted territory for us. Do we just act like it's any other day? Do we visit the cemetery? Do we have dinner? I guess we'll just see how the day plays out.

This picture was taken 2 Christmas ago (I think). Gramps was always cold!
Here's Dave and I with Gramps. It's hard to remember Gramps being "chunky".
