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 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.