Today is my grandma’s birthday. She would have been 97 years old today.
My earliest memory of grandma is when I was around 6 years old, and I asked her how old she was. I remember her saying, “53”, while in her kitchen at her house on Georgia Street in Oakland. And now I am 50 years old. Crazy. I wish we didn’t have to die. I want to live forever. Miss you grandma.
In other news, tomorrow morning my sister is coming to Oakland to get her first vaccine shot. The weather is supposed to be beautiful, so afterwards, we’re gonna hike a new trail I have my eye on. And as winter turns to spring, I’ve decided my next goal will be to learn all the east bay trails – inside and out.
Theresa Donahoe 