A year has passed, and the sharp, almost unbearable pain has settled into a dull ache. I miss you every single day.
Christmas was always one of your favorite times of the year, and nothing will ever compare to our wonderful Christmas Eves on Sunbury Road.
The aroma of that delicious homemade sauce filling the air, wine flowing freely, enough food to feed an army, and so much love and laughter…
Merry Christmas, Mom.
With all my love,