First let me say, I'm by far not a cold person. I make my husband's lunch and write love notes on his napkins and I am constantly kissing and hugging my kids.
I saw my mom and her sisters recount their lives, laughing, joking and remembering. Remembering younger times, crazier times and times when it included all of them, as my mom's sister Sharon, had lost her life to cancer, less than 2 years earlier. To see them finishing memories and sentences, too see the glimmer in their eyes and the warmth of their hearts, to see them together, was something I didn't get to see often.
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