To My Dear, Dear Kristine:
Eleven months have passed since you have been taken from our lives. I miss you so very, very much. I miss our long walks arm in arm with Lancee following behind. I miss our trips to the mall to find just one or two more shirts, even though you have over fifty. I miss your calls from QU when you would say, “Hello Mommeee.” And I miss how you would liven up our dinner conversations when we were all getting too serious. But what I truly, truly miss is your beautiful smile and warm, tender embrace.
From your brokenhearted Mom.