One whole year.
There's always something left unspoken, something that I remembered only after you were gone that I wished I could have said. I wish you knew that those gloves were hiding under the couch the entire time. I wish you knew how much you were loved. I loved your home, and your pups, and your laugh. I loved our chats and hearing about your life. I loved that you enjoyed the stories I told about mine. I loved your cooking, and when we shared cheese fries. I loved showing you pictures of my life, and looking at snapshots of yours.
I miss what our family used to be.
Love,
the middle granddaughter,
Renu
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