When I got home tonight, I changed into my cozy Mickey Mouse hoody, and when I reached in the pocket, this was there: my Dad’s hanky. It must be there from when we all went to DisneyWorld in January. Papa is always good for a hanky when you’re sneezing, crying, eating Cheetoh’s, or getting married. It made me miss him even more.

Next week will be the first birthday Miranda has without them, and the first Thanksgiving I have without them. I am grateful, so grateful, to still have them… and I know they will have a wonderful holiday with my niece and nephews and brother & sis-in-law. But, we miss them…

(Tonight, I made Randa and KK wear the jammies they bought them this time last year…)

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