>>11017175This. The halls of her mind will forever echo with the pitter-patter of what could have been. The small faces full of wonder and worry, crowded round a table two sizes too small. Then pulled back into joy or modest pride, or lined with anguish and grief. Skinned knees, skimmed schoolbooks, birthdays, graduations and weddings. Visits and calls, then cards and bouquets and visiting hours. And one day a crowded, tearful funeral.
All this and more.
