The image came from my sister's blog, where she also wrote a beautiful poem.

Now that it's been 5 years, I realize that it's been 5 years. I realize that I go days here and there without thinking about him. I realize that some of the memories slip and the sound of his voice is harder to imagine. I realize how much has changed since 5 years ago, the first big change.

I love you Dad.

This Room Is Wrong - Tall Dwarfs