I thought about it first thing this morning (and have been thinking about it all week, but Robyn’s post reminded me about it again… today would have been my Grandpa’s 89th birthday. Appropriately, All Saints Day. We always joked that he was a saint, had to be born on that day. So I am sending birthday wishes to Heaven this year, and I know he is smiling down on me. I miss him, but the memories always bring me smiles.