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!