Everyday Uncommon

One moment I’m bawling because the book I’m reading brought up the pain of the loss of my dad and the next, I found myself thinking of my grandma and how she would do the exact same things I was doing as I battled with the burning bottom of a saucepan. 

They never really leave us. 

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