I've taken hundreds of pictures of Fil over the years and even though this one was taken with the worst camera I ever had, the RAZR cellphone camera, it's by far the favorite picture I have of her. Not even close.
Today marks three weeks that she's been missing. It doesn't seem real. It seems like it's happening to someone else. Every time I drive home from anywhere or open the front door, I fully expect to see her sitting there on the porch waiting for me as if nothing happened. Every time I don't see her there, a little part of me dies inside.
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