It has been 4 years since you took your last breath.
It has been 4 years since we gathered around you, held your hand, and allowed you to move on to another place with love and laughter surrounding you.
It has been 4 years since the grey Vancouver sky opened up for one moment, and sunlight streamed in your window as you left us.
It has been 4 years since I crawled up on you to snuggle you one more time, because I knew it wouldn’t hurt you and I hadn’t been able to do that in 6 months.
It has been 4 years since I broke down on you, and finally realized… it wasn’t you anymore.
It has been 4 years since I kissed your cold forehead one last time and walked away from the hospital one last time.
It has been 4 years since our lives changed.
It has been 4 years.
And I love you as much today as I did that day.
I miss you. Your children miss you. Our lives are not the same without you.
4 years. 4 fucking years without you and I want to reach out and touch you and talk to you and hold you again.