I was in another state this past week, one in which we used to live when I was young.  I drove by our former home, and the flood of tears came.

I wept because I missed her.

And tears stung my cheeks as I wish her life had been easier.  There was so much pain in this home that once I told my mom I wanted to run away.  She asked if she could go with me.

She wasn’t kidding.

But she had my brother to think about also.

Grief still hits.  And the truth is I still can’t believe she is gone.  It is 1 1/2 years and it doesn’t seem real.

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