23.

It’s been that number of years since one of the worst days of my life.

It was the day I found out that my cousin Amy was gone.

Every time I mark this day, I wonder if I’ll stop counting the years she’s been gone.

Not today.

She would have been 40.

And it’s been 23 years.

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