Today marks three years that Pam-Maw has been gone.
I still think about her most days.
I miss the sound of her voice. I miss picking up the phone to call her. Early on after her passing, I caught my self more than once dialing her number. I hung up after the first three digits.
I miss seeing and sitting by her in church. It's funny we still sit in the same pew but we have moved down a little and if someone comes to sit her spot I feel a little defensive, like it's still her spot and no one should sit there.
I miss stopping by her house on our way home or on Sunday after church, just to see her.
I guess I just miss her.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
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i'm sorry :( {{{Hugs}}}
I'm sorry. It does get better but you'll always miss her. My Mom's been gone for 7 years and I still miss her. Sometimes I have a dream about her that seems so real, and it's kind of comforting.
I'm so sorry! I'm glad that you have so many good memories with her, though! {hugs}
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