We Visited Her Grave Every Year—But This Time, Something Was Different
They were too young when she passed to understand it, really. I remember holding them both at the service, one on each hip, while trying not to fall apart myself. I told them she was in the sky, watching us. That she loved them more than cookies and cartoons combined. Now they’re five. Old enough…
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