A few weeks ago Boo and I got out several boxes of Missy's clothes. Most of her things had been sorted through and divided up among those who love her most back when we first lost her, but somehow these few boxes had remained. I had dreaded going through them, honestly, but once we started, it was sort of nice to spend the day looking at her old things and talking about the memories we had of her wearing different items. I came home with two bags of her clothes and I have found myself wearing them and smiling nearly every day. Someone will say they like my dress or my top and I will smile and say "thanks, they were my sisters." And in those moments, she doesn't feel as far away.
Happy birthday, sweet Missy. Missing you more than words can say.