Easter

I'm going to be a god mother, a padrina, a nina. I'm looking forward to it. The problem is that I find myself think about the dress a lot. My god daughter is a little thick and we may have a hard time looking for a dress. The first time this came up as an issue I immediately though, oh My nina can make her a dress... my nina passes away from cancer last year.... 10 months ago. I still crumple down at times a cry. I miss her. It's almost like I have not gone to visit and I just need to drive over to say hi. The problem is she is no longer there. The house is no longer there, she is not even buried anywhere. So I carry her. I carry her in my thoughts, I carry her in my memories, I carry her.