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Nothing feels the same.
It's been nearly two weeks since you left us.
I hear your voice in the silence.
I feel your presence so strongly - it's truly a part of me.
But nothing feels the same.
Even as I write these words it seems as though I'm speaking about someone else.
It can't be you.
Not my mother.
So full of life.
So full of love.
So not ready to go.
Each day you opened your eyes meant another day you could love us.
Love your children. Your grandchildren.
Even your furry grandchildren.
So many left me ahead of you.
I always knew Dexter was with Daddy.
But the cats.
They liked you best. (Even when you weren't sure about them!)
They won you over.
One left us this week.
I am trying to take comfort that he has my Momma to hold him.
But that's not enough.
You're supposed to be here.
We're supposed to be holding each other.
Our last days together kept me from holding you the way I would have.
Kept me from combing your hair myself.
But you squeezed my hands with a strength unlike many I've ever felt.
I knew it well.
And I knew it was still in you.
And I know it's still there.
But nothing feels the same.
Because it isn't.
Will never be.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
I love you, Momma.
I miss you so.
<3
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