This last week marked nine years since my Mom passed away. I wish I could say it gets easier with time, it doesn't. But the little things that make up the memories of her time here with me are what help me smile. I planted these peonies with my Dad on the east side of the house where they lived on the river. Pink was her very favorite color. Each year I anxiously wait for them to bloom as they seem to mark the week of her passing. They are beautiful, just as she was.
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