Your Birthday.

Yesterday was your 13th birthday. My teenager. I read you your favorite books, including The Night Before Christmas. We listened to Barney and Friends. Another burial was taking place. I felt for the family putting their loved one to rest. It was cold. I missed you so very much. It certainly isn't getting any easier. It feels harder. I miss your presence more than ever. It's almost Christmas and I could care less.

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