A year ago today, I touched your face and said goodbye. My tears were raw, my grief was real, and my questions were many.
I miss your laughter. Your stories. The nights on the back deck, trying to pretend that your cigarette smoke didn’t bother me. Complimenting you on your jewelry even though it was Tacky as pie.
My grief is somewhat selfish. I wanted you to be apart of my life for a much longer time. But I know you are in a better place. You are with the One who made you.
I love you, Mimi.