We went to Mike's grandmother's 91st birthday party today.
How some people get to be 91 and some don't get to be 1 is beyond me.
We walked in there and I hated coming to this family gathering without my little girl.
I hated that people talked and cooed and played with all the other kids and no one gave even a thought to Eva. Although maybe they gave her a thought. Who knows?
But I did manage to squeeze her into one conversation. I felt better then and able to function once her life had been acknowledged once.
Also, shit, I hate August so much.
Oh, that hurts. The apparent forgottenness. I'm glad you were able to say Eva's name.
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