Another Day

I sit here and I am listening to the clock strike 12 times in my living room. That means September 10 is over. The day I so dread is over. And another day is here. Another day without my girl. This year, three years later seems in some ways especially hard. I miss her so much. I still have such a burning hole in my soul. She sent another dragonfly to me last Sunday. I took a book outside at the cabin to sit in the sun and read and rest for a few minutes. I barely had the book open when a beautiful scarlet red dragonfly came and sat on my open book for a while. I know she sends them to me. Thank you Daryn, you know what touchs my heart.

Love you,

Gramma