It's my birthday!

My birthday is coming up. Up until 2004, I looked forward to my birthday. In 2004, my birthday got bypassed a little bit. And I'm ok with that.

My grandpa's birthday was September 25 while mine is the 28th. We always celebrated our days together.

In 2004, we didn't.

He was getting ready to have surgery and I was doing newspaper stuff at WSU. Our birthdays came and went. He had surgery in early October. The day he was going to go home, I was going to go visit after work that day.

I never got that chance.

We missed our birthdays. They've never been the same.

But, while I was growing up - when I turned 7 - his age always added up to mine. So, when I was 7, he was 70. When he was 71, I was 8. And so on, and so on.

The coolest was when I turned 18. He turned 81. There is a picture where my mom put the numbers 1 8 on the cake - because it worked for both of us - and Grandpa had turned the cake to where it said I was 81 and he was 18.

I apparently found that hilarious.

This year is going to be a little harder. I turn 29 this year.

He would have been 92.

Again, we would have added up. And it makes me miss him terribly.

I have found a couple of people share his day. The other volleyball coach I coach with, Keli, has the 25th as her day. And little Adley, also has the 25th. Two people I'm glad have that day, so I won't be sad.

Even though, I'm sure I will be.

I wish Grandpa had a cell phone in heaven, because I'd call him on Sunday to wish him a happy 92nd birthday. And how much I miss him and love him so much.

I just might make a chocolate cake for us and put the number candles of 2 9 and take a picture of me with the 92.

But, it won't be the same. It never will be again.