Happy Birthday, Bubbeh!
February 15th, 2008
This weekend I’m taking a trip up to Massachusetts to visit my grandmother and celebrate her 80th birthday (she’s jewish, so she’s bubbeh to me). Eighty years of life seems like a hell of a lot to me. I’m 22 and already I feel like my brain is getting full from all the memories and experiences I’ve got packed up there.
She lives a super-active life, always going on trips and getting into all kinds of zany adventures. She’s still learning, taking college courses in her spare time. I think it’s damn impressive that she still does all that when a lot of the other people her age always seem so tired and worn out on life. She’s a great grandma too, doing her job of spoiling us grandkids (but not too much), and always willing to go out to the movies or just hang out and talk. All I can hope is that I still love life as much as she does when I’m her age.
Here’s to you, bubbeh.
March 30th, 2008 at 02:58 PM We should totally hang out and go on crazy adventures when we're old. I think it'll be great. I think it's unfortunate that so many people get depressed about getting old. I think we should all remember that we're lucky to be alive. 100 years ago or more people usually didn't live much longer than 45-50. Your bubbeh sounds like she would agree with me. I bet she's the cutest!
April 18th, 2008 at 04:33 PM
That settles it guys, we're all going skydiving for my 70th birthday.
And yeah, bubz is the shit. She's 4'10" now and still shrinking.