Little things, like Mythbusters ads. Books. Everywhere, I see her in books. My tablecloths she made when I was little. The Norwegian decor all over my house. The pewter candlesticks I could kill someone with. The sweaters. Oh, the sweaters. The obituary on the fridge I should probably take down, because every time I look at it I'm thrown into that funky parallel universe where everything is slightly off.
She was, is, a force of nature. That woman is one amazing piece of work. I want to call her. I want to kiss her soft cheek.
Easter Weekend 2019
5 years ago
4 comments:
I want to go get her and bring her back to you.
That was very beautifully written. I know she knows how you feel and I know she will find a way to let you know she is okay and that you will be okay too.
I bet she misses you, too.
Thank you, friends. I never even saw these comments! Thanks for sharing your love with me. It means so much!
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