You always loved holidays and birthdays, and so today, on yours, I especially miss you, bet you know I also miss you when i put up Christmas decorations
Born in this old house, this house was my first home also, and hopefully I live will out all of my days here, just like you did.
I can still see the work you put into this land, even though the fields are now apple trees, not exactly orchards
but they will due. Thoughts of those chilly autumn days with the coal smoke spiced the air and we all picked apples, still keep me warm. The apples I wouldn't eat as a child, unless someone often you, peeled them for me. Are still make the best pies, i am a lucky kid {old kid}.
I remember how much you liked Halloween, .always took me to parades and bought me a Buddy Poppie. Those faded Buddy Poppys now hang in my car. So many things I have probably forgotten, or only half remember. I used to which I had been a better kid, but now I
understand, that I was a kid and you were once one too. I drove past the school you went to, it's not there anymore, but you know that also. How proud I was when I cut down a Sumac tree with a saw I "borrowed" from you.
Your garden is now my garden. And though things have changed, they always do.
Memories linger, when on days like today it is hard to square how sad a good memory can make you feel. As you reminded us every morning when you came downstairs "Cheer up, better days are coming.!" And that is still a truth.
You could fix just about anything, even now.
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