I can't believe she's gone.
The thought floats into my mind so many times, I wonder why it hasn't stuck yet.
"You okay, Mom?"
I wrap my arms around my now skin-and-bones mother, wondering where the soft, round woman I snuggled as a child went.
"I just ... I'm going to miss her." She sobs against my shoulder.
"Me too," I say, squeezing. "Let's get this finished and grab a drink."
Mom lifts the lid of the gorgeous trunk my grandma brought with her when she got married, and I reach for the stack of old letters my grandfather sent her.
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