The sweater her Nana and Papaw got her and her sisters to match, for Christmas.
The shoes I got her for Christmas, from the first job outside of our house, that I’d had since she was a year old. These were only 3 days old and look how many stories they already had.
A Walgreens bag of the blankets and stuffed animals people brought to her, that I can’t bring myself to open because they were the last things to touch her and I don’t want to wipe any Jude away from them…whatever that means.
This curl. The only real piece of her I’ll ever hold again.
This is all I have. She should be in her bed, buried in her Minnie Mouse comforter instead of…
I don’t think I can do it.
