Thursday morning I woke up at 5:30 for apparently no reason. Groggily I did my best to fall back asleep. When I woke up just before 7 I started thinking about why I had woken up.

It wasn’t the kids, it wasn’t something outside, it wasn’t the cat, it wasn’t Sue. Then it hit my like a ton of bricks.

Thursday was March 29th. That was the two year anniversary of Yoshi passing away. Oddly, it happened right around 5:30 in the morning.

I don’t think I will forget that day. I still love you Yoshi. RIP.