Dear Mom,
One of my favorite memories of you has to be Christmas time. Every year
you would wrap gifts to put under the tree. Many times you would not use a box, just wrapping paper. I would notoriously find a way to peekat the presents. There would, for some unknown reason, be a "peeky hole". You would laugh and laugh. I am not sure how interested I was
in the present, but I knew I liked making you laugh.
As I write this letter I am happy for the memory. Like finding something you have been missing for a long time. I am also sad, and a little angry, that you are not here to create new memories with. This sad feeling is like a cold, rainy, overcast day that is colorless and
dull.
I miss you and wish you were here.
Love,
Susie
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