La Abuelita

I just talked to my grandmother because today is her 78th birthday and I'm really sad because I feel like she's not the same as before.

I still remember all those afternoons when she used to take care of me after school and we would make food for my aunts and she would endlessly try to teach me how to make flour tortillas (or any other edible goods) yet I never really learned.
I loved spending the days in her living room reading with her and then taking a nap and hearing her snore. At first she would tell me to wake her up if she was loud, but I never did just because I thought it was mean. She made me really happy.

She now lives far from me and not a single day goes by that I don't think of her. Ever since my other grandmother died 2 weeks ago I've been quite weird and I'm trying to call Grandma Bertha all the time but I don't know if she doesn't want to talk when there's people listening to her (she was born in 1930, privacy wasn't such a big hit back then) or if she's just different now. The sad point is that she sounds weird and I miss her.