Remembering Pig

At random times, it hits me.  I miss you, Pig.  Mostly now, we focus on the good memories.  We talk about how funny, pushy, messy, amazing you were – but then there are the moments when the tears come back and take me off guard.   This is one of those not-so-infrequent moments.

I wish we had more time, Pig.



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