Goodbye Genny.

It was six years ago today we lost her soul. For some reason this year has been so hard for me to deal with this. I am constantly looking for her; I'm waiting to hear her voice. I want her to rip right through me so I know she's there. I miss her so fucking much. But the past few years around this time weren't so bad. Maybe it's just the stress of actually doing adult things. I still feel guilty that she never got a proper burial- a proper funeral even. I just want to say goodbye to her all over again. God dammit where is she? Why hasn't she come back to tell us she's okay? I'm starting to think that heaven isn't real.