It’s December 8th again
and i miss you still.
Time passes and yet certain memories never fade. Your bubbling laughter, your bright smile. How we lay sprawled on my bedroom floor and filled pages of a sketchbook with drawings of horses. The time I noticed the little warts on your finger and I asked you if they hurt. The day your mom freaked out because she thought nimble was on the kitchen table but it was actually just your wig and we couldn’t stop laughing. And for as long as I live, I’ll never forget the feeling in the pit of my stomach when they told me you wouldn’t be coming home.
I am so lucky to have known you, Nora.
You are always in my heart.