13 years....

13 years that my Anna passed away. 

So much happened during these years. 

I miss and think about you every single morning. (The rest of the day I loose myself in daily nonsense.) Then I wake up to you again, and can't help but feel sad/mad/helpless to the fact you never had the chance to meet my wonderful husband, my amazing girls and the woman you knew I will become. 

I became me despite life's ups and downs. Because I still get to wake up with you in my thoughts. 

13 years and I miss you still in a sad/angry/helpless kind of way.... My Anna.