Dear Bob,Im having trouble remembering and I hate that. The smell, musky and strong and understated and...you. Worst of all, I forgot your birthday, I was thinking about you one night not long ago at all, thinking about all the things that I did still remember and realizing how few they were and how I could rehash some of them if I wrote a post about you for your birthday and it hit me, September had come and gone. My heart sank because I knew that even though I had I knew that Mom would never have forgotten, she went through it all alone. On that note, I think you should know that everything is going fairly well. Mom is doing good. She is very strong and almost never cries. Even though she still cant get me to pick up my towels. And even though I know that she thinks about you all the time, because I know I would too. And even though she has to deal with over 20 small children everyday and only has a helper for about two hours a week. She must miss you often at work, you were always so protective of her when she was sad or unsettled. Dad is doing well too, he always gives me a ride when Im too lazy or late to take the bus and he doesn't yell nearly as much as before. Although, I talk a lot less then before and Tom is trying to find his own apartment so perhaps the lack of yelling is just due to a lack of stress. He has just come back from a trip to England too and Granny is well and Andy is, well, alive so that helps too. He brought back almost the entire stock of England chocolate for us all. The funniest thing though is that he brought back the most marmite product anyone has ever bought or desired for Auntie Jen, how does she eat that stuff?! She is extremely well too!! She is just the same as before, she still watches Corrie Street everyday and she still says that she's sick of watching it everyday. She also still has a new knick-knack up everyday, I think you and Mom used to tell me that she got that from Grandma. I hope you're with her now because that was the only thing that mom could say when you left that made me feel better. She said that she had been all alone for a really long time and it was time that you were together again, see, I told you she was strong. However that still doesn't excuse my forgetting your birthday, after all you never forgot mine, even though every year beforehand you told me that I wasn't going to get one because eventually you don't get to have birthdays anymore. Why did I never play that joke on you? Oh, right... you'd tell me war stories. Even Hitler was afraid of you wasn't he? Nevertheless, come December 15 I always got a card and a hug and a kiss. So enjoy your letter Grandpa. and I send you an infinite hug and a kiss, and remember enjoy this one because you don't get birthdays anymore after 85! And don't worry about us even though I know you will, the boys have got Auntie Jen and I'll be good and watch out for Mom, towel pick -up not with-standing.
Sincerely,
Emily xoxo
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