Today would have been my maternal grandfather’s 98th birthday. He was born on the same day that our hometown (Broken Bow, Oklahoma) became a town, July 3, 1910.
I remember celebrating his birthdays through my childhood. We always had a great time with birthday cake, watermelon, good food and fireworks. He was a fun-spirited, hard-working, loving man.
He died 10 years ago in June. I think about him and Meema all the time and miss them still.
Happy Birthday, Grandad!