Every year, I wake up on March 5th feeling tired, a world-weary, grief-stricken kind of exhaustion that seems to be reserved specifically for this day. This year just feels so weird – seven years since Heather passed feels so long, yet the emotions from those initial days after are still so very raw when I give them space to resurface. When I think about all that has happened in seven years, its hard to comprehend that she hasn’t been here to witness it. Its so strange to think I’m in the midst of planning Zoe’s high school graduation party and Heather won’t attend. Even after seven years, that still feels…