You were 78 not over 80. maybe it was wishful thinking on my part that you would live that long. I think you're smiling about my mistake now. Hey, Auntie? I never said I could count!
I was never good with people face to face. I don't do grief well. But you knew that. I've always been good with words. Sometimes it seems words are not enough. But sometimes, they're all we have.
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