Dear Daisy,
I still do it. I still look down before I step. I still save you the last bite, and then I remember.
“She stole my side of the bed every single night.”
I would give anything to be annoyed by that one more time.
I’m sorry for the days I was in a hurry. I’m sorry for every “not now.” You never once held it against me.
Thank you for 12 years.
The house is too quiet. I’m not ready to fix that.
I’ll be okay. Not yet. But I will.
You were the best one. I’m telling everyone.
Love, always,
Mom