I’ve never known or remember experiencing a holiday with my mother. I’ve never stood next to her in the kitchen, peeling potatoes or making a pie.
I’ve never sat next to her at a Thanksgiving dinner or sat on the floor going through albums of photographs.
I’ve never held her hand as we bowed our heads in prayer.
Too many “I’ve never”, not enough memories.
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Very touching! I hope your sweet, loving family helped you heal yesterday.