her family was a quiet group of people who she cherished deeply

I wish you were my people.

I wish for the spontaneous trips.

The spoiled weekends.

The guilt free loans and the countless amounts of grace.

I wish you supported me the way I needed.

I wish we were like the Irish family on the hallmark movies instead of the Gallaghers.

I wish there wasn’t a 50/50 chance when answering your calls.

I wish we communicated and you didn’t spit on the choices of my life.

I wish I had scrapbook amounts of great memories.

I wish I didn’t have to lose your future grandchild in order to end a fight or feel connected to you.

I wish you could be Uber proud of the things I’ve achieved.

I wish the text said “so proud of you!” instead of “can I borrow $20”.

I wish Christmas for me looked like the Thanksgiving episode of Ted lasso, but I get Breaking Bad.

I wish I didn’t have to fight for a seat at the table. Yelling to be heard.

I wish we looked like a dollhouse family.

I wish you were a quiet group of people who I cherished deeply.