Since Kell died I have been randomly writing down things as I remember them. Like, the time that she bought me the world's strangest birthday gift....
Who else would buy me a Rubbermaid container, ice scraper, and a blue light bulb (for ambiance)? I was so stunned when Kell marched over with those things for me for my birthday a few years ago. But it made sense didn’t it? And it also reflected her outlook on life. Why buy someone things that aren’t useful when it is so clear that there are things they need?
Isn't it clear I really miss her?
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