This morning I woke up at 5am from a dream where I had been talking about Zetahra.
And I realized yesterday was her birthday.
And I realized she would have been eight.
And I realized that come the end of the year she will be gone longer than she was here and that felt unbearable.
![](https://ic.pics.livejournal.com/lantairvlea/184732/146535/146535_600.jpg)
Her first ever picture, freshly born and on her feet.
It's only easier some of the time.