Each morning when I wake, I count the days and wonder how I will ever make it through another one without Julia by my side. Today, number 1461, is like every other morning. I think of Julia during my waking moments, wipe the tears from my eyes, and feel this enormous void. Four years - an eternity without Julia, and yet, it feels like yesterday. How can so much time have passed? I can see in my mind’s eye, every detail; the length of her fingers, the color of her eyes, the details of each freckle on her nose. I can remember so clearly our last conversation, the night before she left us. “You know I love you Julia?” “Yes, I know.” “You know that everyone loves you. So many people love you