Being 5 is a big deal.
Five would be kindergarten.
Five would be loose teeth and the tooth fairy.
Five might be pierced ears and first sleepovers.
But you’re not five. Instead, you’re eternal, because you’re not here. Not with us. Which is okay and not okay at the same time. I don’t spend every day wondering what you’d be like or how life would be different if you’d stayed. But on anniversaries like this, I can’t help but let my mind meander over what I wish had been.
These are the things I wish I could tell you.