Today my grandmother Midge would have been 95. We were very close. I miss her every day. I still smell her perfume and Lucky cigarettes, crave her pot roast and smothered pork chops, and long for her hugs and reassurance. I wish for one more adventure, one more talk, a joke, or story. It’s a blessing and a curse to have had her in my life so long. There are so many wonderful memories, but there is also so much more to miss.