Two years ago tonight at midnight I lost you….missing you more everyday.
Thinking of you with love, as always, but especially today, on your birthday.
Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal. Love leaves a memory that no one can steal.
Thinking of you as I do everyday but especially today on your birthday.
No one tells you that year 5 can break you in ways the first year didn’t.
The first year is a blur-you’re in survival mode, just trying to breathe through the shock.
But year 5….you know. You’ve lived long enough to realize this is it. They’re not coming back. And somehow that truth cuts even deeper now.
The world assumes you’re “better”. But they don’t see the ache that has settled in quieter but sharper-like a wound that never really healed right.
It’s the little things now. A song, a scent, their name written somewhere unexpected. It still knocks the air out of you, just like it did in the beginning-maybe worse, because now you understand the full weight of forever.
January 19, 2026 Five years