I don't know why. Nothing shocked me, caught me off gaurd, surprised me. I did not get blindsided or smacked across the face in any way related to Hannah, Ryan and Abby. It was a completely non-eventful day that way.
But I felt like I was in a funk all day. R is always out on Friday nights and I always sit and do my billing for work at the computer. But tonight, instead of sending my invoices out, I sat in front of my monitor and browsed my photos until I found my pictures of Hannah, Ryan and Abby. 3 hospital photos that aren't even that good. I looked at them for a long time and then I started to cry.
I sometimes wonder how different I would be if they hadn't died. I know my life would be different-but how would I be different? I know today I was mourning them but I was also mourning the part of me that's died. I don't know who they would have been today but I also don't know who I would have been today.
5 1/2 years. I just can't believe it.










(fighting to survive this world)