I remember going to their house for Christmas every year. I haven't done that in a while, but when I did, it was really good. It was one of the very few big family gatherings that ever existed for me. It was a wonderful atmosphere. I'm not sure if that's because I was younger and much more clueless about everything, or if that's just what family is supposed to feel like that.
I remember we'd stay there late and I never wanted to go home.
I think I even slept over once, and it was AWESOME.
And I remember when we'd finally leave; me being the happy, outgoing, chipper little girl I was, would run around with a big smile, giving everyone hugs. And then some more hugs. And then a few more. Anything to prolong the visit. And then I'd turn around and say byebye a dozen times, and then wave at them when I got in the car. And still be waving halfway down the road, until we turned the corner. And then sitting back smiling, because I had a great day. Then falling asleep on the way home. c:
Hmmm. That was nice.

He had the sweetest wife ever, too. Polly. One of the sweetest old ladies you'd ever meet, and absolutely beautiful as well. She'd always kiss me on the cheek when I hugged her. She wore a lot of velvet and smelt nice. I think the most painful part of this is picturing her alone. If I were a good little Christian girl, I would pray for her. Too bad I'm not. Times like this, I wish I were.

I remember in grade 5, we had grown ups night. Polly and Jack came to that, and they were the cutest thing ever. I remember having to make them a whole bunch of fun little projects, and I can tell it made them really happy. They put them on their fridge. I remember going to their house and seeing them on there, faded from the sun. I put a lot of effort into those. I remember everytime I went up on the stage to present at grownups night, I'd look down at my guests and see their smiling faces. I remember hoping they'd be proud of me. I also remember falling off that stage, but shh.

I really wish I had seen more of them. Ugh, poor Polly.

The funeral is on Saturday and it is honestly going to break my heart seeing her there.

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