It is hard to believe sometimes that it has been five years.
Five years since my world was turned upside down.
Five years since I learned things I never wanted to know.
Five years. Half a decade. Kindergarden age. The Wood anniversary.
It has not gotten easier. I dread the days leading up to July 2 like no other. No matter how much time passes, I don't think that it will ever get to the point where I can work that day. Where I can think of the events of that day without a panic attack.
Where I wonder how the hell I carried on and functioned and why the world did not stop when mine was falling apart.
Five years. Both so short, and yet so long.
RIP and happy birthday, Gabe. Mama misses you every day. And Mama will never allow you to be forgotten.