Birthdays...

Today my grandpa would have turned 85. 

I still look to the staircase EVERY time I go to my grandma's house, thinking he's going to come walking down the stairs.  I still think he's going to answer the phone, "you're looking wonderful" when I call.  I still keep thinking I'm going to hear "go get 'em tiger" or some other variation of that farewell. 

I still think he's going to be at camp this year singing Abdul Abulbul Amir(how the heck do you spell that?) and the Jailhouse song.  I still think he's going to be our social director at the Cousins Aquaintance Maintenance Program (otherwise known as CAMP). 

I still think he's just going to be THERE.

I still miss him.