Forgot My Granddaughter's Birthday Twice This Year

Well, folks, here I am, confessing to something that really should not happen at my age. You see, I was supposed to remember my granddaughter Lily’s birthday this year. It’s August 15th, a lovely day in the middle of summer when we usually go out for ice cream and share some laughs. But you know what happened? I forgot it twice! The first time, everyone else remembered, and there I was, all alone with no card or gift to give her. Then, later that month, I thought she must have already had a big celebration without me. So yes, another birthday gone by unmarked because the old brain just isn’t what it used to be. Poor Lily probably thinks her grandpa is losing it, but hey, at least I’m honest about my shortcomings.