Sweet December

Her skin was pale but always warm. She held me close…what I miss most. In my memories she is always laughing. She was more mischievous than most would ever know. The most cheerful, loving, perfect woman I’ve ever know. I miss her terribly. I would hold her cold, dead hands if I knew it would bring me closer to her now. It’s most difficult to let go of someone when you know there is never going to be anyone else like them. For every bird I see, I imagine her around me. My life would be complete if only I could spend it holding my nana’s hand along the way.

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[Rick]

This really resonated with me because I was just thinking of my grandmother. Excellent tribute to someone you miss and who meant so much to you. Great job :)