Laura

I miss her cooking, and her giant hugs that squeezed all the air out of your chest. I miss her dresses and pantyhose - God, that cracked me up when I was a teenager. I miss her plastic covered furniture, her German lithographs, and her slippers. I miss the way she used to yell at Grampa, and I'll bet deep down, he does too. I miss her stories, her history lessons, and her preserved fruit plucked out of the orchard in the back yard. But mostly, I just miss her. And I wish I could turn back time today.