This was the second year my Nana wasn't there for dinner Easter Dinner. Only three Easter ago she was fine, and a few months after that she didn't who anyone or anything was anymore. She died back in January, and my grandmother held a small memorial for her before Easter dinner. This was what I read, a page from my sketchbook I made the day after my mom told me she passed on.
I wish that I listened more, maybe I'd feel like I knew you better.
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