Flashes of memories with you filled my mind as I stared at the blank screen. The usual routine of calling you that lunch was ready, watching you sit in an armchair while we had a family discussion, the moment you died, and your funeral.
Those 4 memories and that's all I had. Sometimes I wish I had more time with you, I wish I could remember the way you smelled, your touch, the sound of your voice, the sound of your laugh, but I can't. You left when we were young, no less than 5; 5, and left with not much but fragments of you.
I see a resemblance of you in me, by looks and certain things I'm told I do. Closure surrounds me when I'm like you, I feel closer to you and I feel like I get a better picture of you Nana. But I'm glad you are gone; you're in a better place and away from this toxic world filled with drama. A pack of cards claimed to have been yours is in my hold in my wardrobe untouched and unused since given to me.
Some things are better to be left alone.
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