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Most Days….

Most days I think to myself “I have got to ask Brenda” or “I wonder if…” most days for moments in time I forget that she’s gone. Most days I look at my children and remember how she looked at them. Most days I remember the way she made me laugh and smile to myself. Most days I ask myself why I have to do this alone. Most days I forget that she isn’t here to continue on with us. Most days I remind myself that I can’t just hand my kids over to her loving arms.

But some days…

Some days I hear her laughter from within my children. I see her smile or a wrinkle in her nose on their face. Some days I look around my home and know she would be delighted with all the chaos.  Some days I can hear her laughing beside me as I giggle at my children. Some days I feel her comfort in the sunshine. Some days I almost forget that she is gone.

Most days, I wish that some day I will see her again.

And some day….. most days won’t be so hard.



  1. Auntie Mea on February 4, 2012 at 4:59 pm

    Beautiful post Kristin!

  2. Shannon R on February 4, 2012 at 11:04 am

    You are a very talented writer. This post is sweet and touching. When I read it, I can tell how important she is in your life and how much you love her.