God, I miss you.

I cried more than the family. Maybe more than all of them combined. Maybe I just had the least composure. I saw her in the casket, I've knelt beside her praying. I see the Rosary Beads I gave her, blessed at The Vatican, placed gently, lovingly in her hands. My body is shaking I'm crying so hard.

I'll see you when this nightmare is over, Anne.

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