88 seems like a lot of years to hang round on this planet. I only point this out because my grandma just reached this milestone. Nice family dinner, just the close fam with good discussion. You can't go wrong with family, i've discovered. Its funny how you get pushed together with some people and you just bond. You fit. Not like a glove, thats suffocating. Like an old pair of jeans. They're a bit loose but they just feel so comfortable, like you don't want to take them off.
It occured to me that my grandma is a pretty cool lady. Shes not dribbling. We didn't celebrate her birthday round a hospital bed. We didn't all eat green mush cos thats her diet. It was a nice dinner and dessert. Thai (for those who were intrigued.) Its funny how older people spend their life reminiscing while younger people (I'll pop myself in this bracket) spend their time planning upcoming adventures, thinking about the future, their missions, wishes, dreams. My grandma is special beyond belief. But by Joe, she's had a good life. Long too. And she deserves it. Every time I'm around her I relish her wisdom. I swim in it, soak it up. And I don't ever want to let it go. Cos its special.
Its funny how shes lived an amazing life but all she wants to do is make sure mine is better than hers. Whats with generation Y. All this selfishness. She doesn't have to worry about me doing what I want. Its in my generation to put myself first. What a hiccup, Gen Y. Shes the living epitome of catering to others needs before your own. Now I want to follow her though. Follow the ship that she first sailed. Travel, she tells me. Go. Travel. So I will, Nana.
Next year: France. And I mean it. Entirely. I will make this happen. Not tomorrow, now. Right now. For me AND for you.
Happy Birthday, Nana. I love you.
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