I think about Michael and Cora all the time.  All day, every day.  I think about what they should be doing right now.  At 12:35 this afternoon, I thought that it was almost time to pick Cora up from preschool.  I think about the future, and how I always dreamt about what they would be when they grew up.  Cora had so many stethescopes, because she always wanted the doctor or vet sets.  And she would always walk around checking our heartbeats, and pretending to put bandaids on.  I just knew she'd be a doctor someday. 

I was just doing laundry, and I was actually sad that I don't have Michael's disgusting dirty socks to wash anymore.  I was keeping PJ on the sidewalk today when we were outside walking around the neighborhood, and when my neighbor came out, I told her not to call him out into the street to meet her.  (We live on a cul-de-sac with little traffic, but I still wnt him in the habit.)  And when she and her husband started joking about it, I told them to remember how Cora ALWAYS took the long way around because she knew that she had to stay on the sidewalk.  

It's silly things like that that I miss all the time.  I miss Cora's backpack, and the sound of Michael on his skateboard and ramps.  Today was such a warm day, that I know he would have rushed to do his homework so that he could go out and skateboard.  He probably would have even tried to bribe me into letting him hang out before homework.   

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