Five years later

It’s a sentence I associate more with fiction than real life, the title of the epilogue to the real story showing where the characters ended up after all the excitement died down. But it’s the only title I could think for this post, because today is the day Sandra died, five years ago. And there isn’t much else to say. Needless to say that it was the worst day of my life, that it still feels as if it only happened yesterday, yet at the same time much longer than five years ago. There are stil moments when, like Rei in Sangatsu no Lion, something innocent reminds me of what I lost and the tears flow; this seems to happen a lot in the supermarket for some reason.