It's been a year tonight since I've seen your smile.
Man, that was an amazing one! As the room filled up, your face lit up. Were you telling us good by?
Was that last week before your last admit a celebration?
Were you trying to leave us with hope and memories?
Was Gramma?
She wanted Thanksgiving so much. Honestly, when she asked everyone to make plans back in September I didn't know if she would even be alive. But she was, very alive. It was hard for her to sit and not be up and doing, but oh, her smile.
You know, kinda like yours.
And then, like you, she was gone not even two weeks later.
One last rally to leave us with...
One more chance to make memories...
Do you know, even after that last-minute decision to jump into the picture with you and Mr. & Mrs. Claus in the PICU, I almost didn't take the one with my parents before we left?? You'd think I'd learn.
Or maybe I did? I mean, I took the picture. But like you, I figured there'd be more opportunities.
Oh, I miss her. I miss you. This just hurts!!
Eight days to her funeral, ten to your angelversary.
I try to stay busy; there's lots to do. But underneath, my heart aches.
Snow fell and stuck for the first time this winter. Your butterflies' wings were heavy with it so I knocked it off. It looked so clean, and so cold. Her spot will never see snow, and while it is very different with no mountains around it, it is also peaceful and beautiful.
I love you Aaron, so much. Stay close, please?
Love,
Mama
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