May God bless you and your...
Poppy, I miss you. The nights are the hardest. I don´t count sheep- I count all the regrets in my life. I wish I was more mature when you left us. So I could have understood the gravity of what I´d lost. I try to remember the sound of your voice and the wrinkles in your smile. Sometimes it´s hard to remember but the other day the smell of your wintergreen Skoal passed by me, I whipped my head back for some reason expecting it to be you, but it wasn´t. Though, I swear it was you pulling me...
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April 23, 2025