We celebrated Christmas with my Dad a few days before Christmas in Cochran. We got together with my cousins and had a fish fry at my Granddaddy's old house. It was by far one of the hardest days because you could just feel the absence of my mom and Granddaddy; that coupled with a stop to the cemetary and the sentimental gifts (a necklace with my mom's handwritten "Love, Mom" and a candle made of flowers from her casket spray) given to us, I think I cried 75% of the day. :(
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