But I'll go on missing her. When I listen to Waylon, Conway, Merle, Loretta, and George and Tammy and cry like a baby. And when I see one of those insulated cups with straws in every store imaginable.
I guess the Christian thing to say is that I can be happy because I know I'll see her again but on days like these I just want her here, in front of me. I don't just want those things that remind me of her. I want her. Folded up on her couch watching the Young and the Restless asking me to heat up her coffee.
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