This day has long been one of fun for me.
When I was 13 or 14, my grandparents were visiting from Vermont for the winter. We went to the zoo on February 2nd.
As we passed by the groundhogs, I said "I wonder if he saw his shadow today"
Gram says, "Back home Groundhogs day is in February."
"It is February, Gram," I reply.
Because of the much warmer temperature Gram was a little out of sorts. Because we were living in New Orleans it was probably 60 instead of 35 and snow covered.
Every year from then on, it was a running joke, I would have to call and remind her that it was Groundhog's Day. A few years ago I even made her a stuffed groundhog. Last year when she passed away my great aunt asked my dad which of us was the one that always called and even sent the groundhog. So I know it meant a lot to her over the 25 years we had the running joke. February 2nd became "our day". This year she is gone and I am trying hard not to be sad but I miss her more today than any other day over the past year.
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