We celebrated Grandma's birthday today. She drank porter ale and showed us her diplomas from the Reading PA secretarial school for girls. We browsed through books bought for her by her late husband and lovingly inscribed. First editions of Gone With the Wind, A Tree Grows In Brooklyn, and countless others stacked neatly on knick-knack shelves are proof of her long love of reading. She lectured me on shorthand. And when we paused after lighting the candles on her cake she snarkily asked "well, aren't you all going to sing?"
We were supposed to take her out to dinner tonight. Even had reservations at a fine dining restaurant. But she just wasn't feeling up to it.
So glad we stayed home.