Thursday, May 24, 2012

Thoughtful :: Missing Her

They say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.   ~ Banksy
Gram died a year ago, yesterday. Me and Tommy talk about her the most, I guess. Scotty tells me he knows that she lives in his heart. I tell him that's true. But. I guess I would give just about anything to hear her singing, one more time. Hear her laughing, one more time. Hold her hand, one more time. Today, I'm going to say her name, one more time, and I hope there never is a last time. I love you, Grandma Mary.

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