Hate the day you left me couse the day you went was the day a part of me left with you to the open sky to shine so bright.
the day you left I started to think of what will be missed like the small of the sweet cup cakes coming out of the oven.
The smell of the sweet perfume linging all around.
so this is to say that every day we still think of you.
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karla (
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I envy you . I barely knew my grandmothers . So few memories . But then less to miss and lose . Still I envy you .
Well written and expressed. Wonderful tribute
Thank you for your lovely comments
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