As with every day, you are missed. On this Christmas Day, things are no different. May you look down on us as you break bread with Dad, Aunt Carolyn, Uncle Jim, Stella, our Grandparents, Uncle Herb, Uncle Mickey and Aunt Beverly, to name a few, and enjoy our laughter, our love of food, and our love of each other. May you hold each tear we cry for all of you, and know that we are celebrating having been able to love you down here. I love you. And miss you.
Every day.
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