No one really warns you about this part of adulthood where you start to feel homesick, not for a house, but for a moment in time. A version of life that doesn’t exist anymore. A place you can’t return to, and a feeling you didn’t know you’d miss so much until it was gone.
Yes. Loved her with all my heart. Sweetest lady you could ever meet. Loved make up and to get pretty. She died when I was 12, miss her terribly. My daughter is now 15 and LOVES make up like her. I like to think that’s a little part of her in my kid.