Saturday, November 23, 2019
You always hung on a little longer than me when we hugged, and right before you let go you gave a little squeeze. I loved that. I will remember you puttering about in the yard & tinkering in the garage where we would sneak off and have a smoke. You thought you were fooling Gram, but she knew. I know you will be busy mowing the lawns of heaven and making the Angels fish soup. Xx Michelle
