I thought I would be okay today, but it’s the birthday that gets me every time. Not the day you died. Not holidays. Birth. Day. I guess because it serves as the most stark reminder that you were here. There was a day on which you were born and came onto this planet…where you existed for a time and were a real person. With feelings. Who could be touched, loved and hurt. Who often got frustrated with me…with life. And then you were gone, but left June 4th to forever remind those of us who loved you that you were once here with us. There are so many things I’d like to tell you. So much has happened in the nearly 5 years since you decided to leave us. But, if I saw you, I would not waste time talking. I would just want to feel your skin and stare at your face and the way your eyes lit up when you smiled. Because…there are no words in any language to say what I want to say.