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I miss your smile.  Especially the devious little one you did when you were up to something. 

I miss your perfume and powder. 

I miss the card games and laughter over old stories. 

I miss the way you used to tickle my arm or my neck for hours. 

I miss the smell of lavender soap and watching you get your hair done. 

I think of you every time I see a hummingbird or use Yardley's soap.  I find myself wondering what you would think of the state of our country.  I am sad that I can't hear stories from you about when you were young: the depression, the wars, our family.  They were comforting.  It helped to know that our country made it through hard times and you survived. I find myself searching for that strength now since we are again in dark times.  I would prefer to hug you and hear the stories and have you tell me everything will be ok.  Instead I will hug myself and think back to the many times we sat on the deck in Arcadia and enjoyed each other and all of the beautiful flowers. I know that where ever you are, you are looking over all of us and smiling.

You will always be alive in my memories.

Love

K