And then it was over.

We held it together for the holidays, and papered over the cracks. Stopped up the holes as best we could and tried to tie things together with some of the things that she would have done, and some different things where she wouldn’t be missing.

But then it was over, and she was still gone.

The gap is still there, it will never be filled. The things she did will never be done the same, never be done quite right. And she isn’t there, and she wasn’t there, and she won’t be again.

And the hole in the world will never go away.


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