Like any math dork, I keep my holiday card list in an Excel spreadsheet. I track the ones I add (or drop!) each year, in a separate column from the ones which I've completed. And every year throws its complications right at me: new babies I've seen on Facebook that I know are named... well... um...
So you get it. I have a list.
And each year, my list has a hole in it.
This year, I will not write a letter to my Great Aunt Marion. Who I love, and this void is physical.
But the reason I am writing instead of addressing letters... well, this has been a hole for years now. Every year, I write my cards to friends that I shared with James. And every year I cry because I still miss him.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
the missing
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Dear James,
I would punch through walls for you. My girls will only know you from my memory. But know you they will. And I...... Well, James, I will miss you. I will just, plain, always miss you.
Always. always.
Angie
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