Thursday, April 12, 2012

Drabble Day 20

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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