My dad and my brother.
Me and mom went to the cemetary and put Christmas wreths on their graves.
My brother now has a headstone. I don't know why but it sorta made it more real.
We just hugged each other tight and cried in the cold rain.
But, somehow, me and mom felt their love for us.
We miss them both so much. It is really hard to accept somedays.
We got back in the car and started singing Christmas songs and tears tunred into smiles when we started remembering beautiful memories from childhood to adulthood.
What a blessing memories are.
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~ I've learned that people will forget what you said,
people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel. ~
Maya Angelou
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