Dear Mom,
There was a beautiful sunrise this morning. The sky was clear, and the sun came up in a huge ball of orange fire. Just as I was passing the Lumberton exit, it had cleared the horizon, nice and round. I looked west toward the cemetary, and then caught myself thinking, she’s not there… she’s here. With me. Always.
Seven years and I don’t miss you any less.
Your Baby
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