I always think of you on this day, Grandma, because it's my birthday and also the day your mother passed away in 1941. I imagine sending my birthday card was bittersweet -- sad remembering your mother but happy to celebrate your first grandchild's birth. I could always count on receiving your card and a little birthday spending money. Even the year you passed away, your birthday card showed up in my mailbox. Apparently, you had it addressed and ready to go. My mother put it in the mail so I would have one last birthday memory.