xo,
S
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Dead Mother Sighting @ Pine/Battery: A Text Conversation Between Me and My Brother
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You never stop missing them. As Prince Harry recently said, "there is a void you'll never be able to fill". Thank goodness you have a brother who shares your memories.
Hang in there, it's especially hard on the holidays.
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