I wore a spritz of Daisy by Marc Jacobs today, and I can’t
stop smelling it on my wrist. It reminds
me of a warm hug from you and it takes me back to when you were close enough
for one.
Some of the reflexes don’t go away. I still pick up the phone to call or text
you. I still expect to see your face in
a recent family photo. I still expect
you to show up at a family function.
Aunt Kimmy’s wedding photo from Marathon Key last thanksgiving is the calendar picture for November, and it’s so full of people we love and smiles and sunshine and sand, and it’s just missing your smiling face. The bright beacon of your presence, for me, is the spray of flowers on the arch in the background… your idea for blue and orange flowers. It was such a magical week of grieving, healing, marriage, celebration… I wish we could go every year. I always feel so close to you at the beach.
And now we’re planning my bachelorette party, and the
wedding details are ironing themselves out—and it’s all happening and I just
wish you were here for it all.
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