A year and 5 months. I can barely breathe. I miss you. They say I shouldn't  be  so distraught. I should  think of the kids and grandkids. It's like looking at your body parts and trying to decide which one you can do without. They are all important. Just because one is missing doesn't mean I care less about the others.  There's a hole in our family. That goofy girl that lit up a room when she walked in. Babygirl, aunt Lucy, sissy. We all miss you.