Your Old Flannel Shirt

I’m all wrapped up in your old flannel shirt. Our very first fire is burning. My baby is fast asleep in the same house my own mama once laid her head. Without you, none of this would even be possible. I am so, so grateful. But I would give it all up in a heartbeat to have you back.

This first year without you has been full of heartaches and happiness both that threatened the essence of my heart. Miss you, Papa Pat. And by the way, you’ve got a fly on your nose.

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