I didn't write on the 5th though I fully intended to. I do still miss you, and I wish you were still here.

I guess it's just that I'll always miss you, so I've gotten used to always feeling that way on July 5th. And so it doesn't feel so out of the ordinary anymore.

4 years today. I have been counseling. Always giving, never taking.

Sometimes it's easy to forget when our days go by so quickly. The things that I don't see are mistaken for things that are simply not there, the illusion of shadows that are not shadows, are real, are tangible, but are not always seen or felt. And I must remind myself to remember.

4 years. Today, I am sorry for the anniversary of the loss of your father.

It's an odd timeline, the space we occupy for short breaths. Who knows what will happen or where we'll end up. Or when.