Last week was the anniversary of a tragic event. Four years ago we lost our baby girl who was born far too early to survive. It's funny how grieving comes back at random intervals. The first anniversary had an impact, as you'd expect it to do. We went looking for a place to scatter her ashes but didn't actually find what we wanted so we still have them. Then the second and third anniversaries went by without a fuss, but this one had a bite.
I don't really know why I'm writing about it here other than to mark it and say, "This happened. She lived. Ever so briefly, but, she lived."