Home Day: May 28, 2025

Day: May 28, 2025

LOSING MY DOG LEFT ME QUESTIONING EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I KNEW ABOUT HIM

Ritan Tate · May 28, 2025 · 0 Comment

I still come to this spot. Same patch of wild daffodils, same crunch of leaves beneath my boots. I sit here like I used to, back when…

IT WAS MY GRANDMA’S 100TH BIRTHDAY—AND SHE ABSOLUTELY STOLE THE SHOWWe thought we were throwing her a party. Turns out, she was throwing us one. I mean, we’d gone all out—rented the banquet room, had those fancy gold ribbons on the chairs, even ordered a custom cake with delicate lace frosting and “100” candles on top. Everyone showed up thinking we were doing something for her. But the moment she walked in with that zebra-striped dress, gold chain, and her signature smirk? We knew the night was hers. She didn’t sit. Not once. She worked the room like a pro—hugging babies, teasing the DJ, and reminding everyone (loudly) that she could still out-dance half the people there. And she wasn’t kidding. The music started, and within seconds, Grandma was on the dance floor, leading the charge. Her hips swayed with a rhythm I could only dream of, her feet light and quick for someone who had lived a century. She moved like she’d just stepped out of a time machine, a mix of grace and mischief in every step. We all watched in awe as she tore up the floor. Some of us tried to join her, but it felt like the whole room belonged to her. I could see the looks of admiration from our family and friends, even the younger crowd who had come just to celebrate her milestone. “Come on, get moving!” she called to us, grinning as she pulled my cousin, Jane, onto the floor. Jane, who was in her late twenties, hadn’t danced in years. But Grandma made it impossible not to. Her energy was contagious, and soon enough, the entire room was laughing, dancing, and reveling in the joy of the moment. As the night wore on, Grandma continued to shine, telling stories from her past, jokes that had everyone in stitches, and laughing with a voice that was unmistakably hers. It was like she was rewriting the evening’s script—what was supposed to be our celebration of her became her celebration of life, of love, and of all the memories she had made along the way. But there was a moment that stood out. Near the end of the night, when people were starting to slow down, Grandma took a seat at the head of the room. Everyone gathered around her, wanting to hear more stories. I couldn’t help but watch her with a sense of admiration. She had this way of making everything feel effortless—how she managed to connect with everyone, from the little ones to the older folks who had known her for decades. I realized then just how much she had shaped our family, how much of her was woven into the fabric of our lives.

Ritan Tate · May 28, 2025 · 0 Comment

We thought we were throwing her a party. Turns out, she was throwing us one. I mean, we’d gone all out—rented the banquet room, had those fancy…