When someone has been gone for the same amount of time they were here, you'd think your life wouldn't continue to stop on the day she left.
And yet, it does.
Oh, it's not the same kind of grief as it used to be - now it's always, "I wonder what would have happened if..."
And so today I will listen to My Best Friend's Wedding soundtrack, make cookie dough, and laugh at all the times I tricked you into tickling my back before I tickled yours and somehow managed to fall asleep before it was your turn.
I was a tricky little bugger.
Grief really should have a time limit.