Memory 97
Our, my, backyard that held our fights, the wall which you painted in anger and the flowers and trees I tended to with the same destructive anger. It looked beautiful and untamed. My mind went to ask questions about how it would have looked if we had a few more years. I survived of casseroles that the first month. I ate each methodically expecting to you to join me. I just missed your presence in the most mundane moments. It took a while to move on but not in the way everyone expected. It started with making dozens of apple pies (your favourite) and giving back each of the casserole dishes.
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