We had an early New Year's Eve dinner at our neighborhood Applebee's. As we sat at the table reminiscing about the year, Marisa asked for a pen. I thought she was bored and just wanted to doodle on the napkins. She slid the napkin across the table and told me to read it outloud. Here is what she wrote for me:
I miss you here with me.
I never thought this would be.
I miss seeing you, you're no longer in by view.
I'm lost without you.
I just don't know what to do.
I got no clue, who would of knew.
I'm searching for you like an owl.
I miss you, Granny McDowell.