February 29th was my Grandmother Cantrell’s birthday. She crossed the Veil many years ago as an old lady.
I can remember well her tales of how many years old she was (by counting her birthdays) which seemed weird to my child-self then, considering her advanced age.
I always think of her when her birthday rolls around. She is still younger than me now… as she was then…if you count birthdays.
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