The last thing that I promised you, on the morning that you died, was that we would look out for Dad.
One of the last things that
you told me was how you
knew that the grandkids would
help get him through.
God must have known how much
he would need grandkids, because
He brought two more.
We're helping each other through
Mom, but
we all really miss you.
Neither of us are looking forward
to Mother's Day without you.
We're both talking about last
Mother's Day and the fun that
we had.
Tonight, Dad is having the sleep over
that you and he had planned
for the kids after they were adopted. We both wish you were there. We miss
you Mom, but we're getting through. One breath at a time, one moment at a time, one day at a time.
We're getting through, we're healing, we're helping each other.
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