Hated that this day was here, that we were up there on this beautiful day standing around a beautiful stone with her name on it. Without her. I hate not having her with us. HATE it.
It's been nine (actually more like eight and a half) months since she died, and we are all doing our best. But there are still times when I have to remind myself that she is really gone.
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It's been nine (actually more like eight and a half) months since she died, and we are all doing our best. But there are still times when I have to remind myself that she is really gone.
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