It's been almost two years since you were killed. I know I don't post on your Facebook wall or your memory page, and sometimes I feel like I'm not grieving right because of that. But if I remember right you weren't really on Facebook all that much anyways.
I also feel guilty because I don't think of you everyday. But I didn't think of you everyday when you were alive either. I do miss you M, in my own way. When I watch Fantasia with Munchkin I remember watching with you A and Ber, talking about our favorite musical parts. I don't remember yours, but I know A and Ber both loved the fish from the Nutcracker Suite.
I also remember playing at Grandma and Grandpa's, exploring the old barn, playing in the greenhouse, and Uncle's attic. A being the wise woman sending us all on quests. Going down to the barn for chores, playing with the kittens and newborn calves.
Sadly most of my memories are of our childhood. I do wish we could have gotten to know each other more as adults, but it's the human fault to think we have more time.
I do miss you M, in my own quiet way.
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