Yesterday the phone rang. Mom really thought it was you calling. Sometimes we just forget. I forget that there's not going to be a birthday card in the mailbox for me from you. I forget you won't be able to make the special family functions. I often catch myself talking about you in the present tense as if you never left.
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Now this is what a blog should be. Very touching Brenda.
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