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.