Believe it or not, it's been 7 weeks since Grandma had her foot surgery, so we had Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Gene and Aunt Connie and Uncle Al over. Patty, John, and the kids came too.
I swear that while I was getting ready, just before everyone came, I smelled your poop downstairs. I looked all over because I thought Daisy might have been guilty, but nothing. You used to do that sometimes just before someone came over because you would get nervous. Maybe you were there afterall.
Sometimes I feel you climb into bed with me in the evenings. I just wish that I could hold you again.
If I don't write as often, it's not because I don't want to. It's because it makes me so sad to write.
Nothing is the same without you in my life.
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