the flowers of naiveté buried in a layer of frost
We went to Grandma’s yesterday, to go through all of Grandpa’s clothing. It truly hurt and angered me that other than my family, none of the Father’s siblings really wanted any of his things. Perhaps they believe that wearing his things would only remind them of their pain, but wearing them makes me feel closer to him
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