My step mother was an amazing lady. She came into my life when I was four and a half, and I was blessed to have her in my life for forty years. Our first Christmas together, she told me a story. True or not, it endeared her to me. She told me when she first moved out on her own she got an ornament as a reminder of the little girl God would send her. That year we put the ornament on the tree together. Over the years we put that ornament on the tree together; sometimes it would be a phone call, sometimes video chat, sometimes in person. When Trent retired five years ago, Dot gave me that ornament to put on my own tree. Still we put it on the tree, together. This year will be the first year that I've had to do it on my own. I miss her so much, and I'm so grateful for memories like this one that make me smile even through the pain.
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