Earlier, my brother walked by me and I was taken back to when I was a little girl. He smelled just like my grandpa used to. I almost started crying--a good cry, I guess. Because I miss him, and I miss her, and I really wish they could be here today
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A few months after writing this, my aunt died.
And a few months after that, my baby boy was born.
The hurts still hurt. They haven't lessened with time, I only think of them less. Which is a hurt in itself.
I miss them all. But I love my Cameron, and I still love my Bonkers, and I still love my Huggies. And I spend a lot more time thinking about those things than I do the hurts anymore.
Because that's life.
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