It comes around every year at this time.
The start of death anniversary season. Paul on the 20th of April,
David on the 18th of May. Then we're free and clear for a few months
until the holidays. Thanksgiving's so chaotic these years that it's not bad, but
it always causes a pang without Paul and Dave on Christmas.
It was kind of funny today. After 16
years, I don't know exactly what to do on the anniversaries. It seems
not right not to say something, but after all this time I don't need
buckets of hugs and sympathy. It is what it is and I'm used to it by
now, for better or for worse. But the hugs and sympathy are always nice
anyway.
Usually on this date I post the picture of
Paul being held aloft at a concert on Whole Earth Day at the university.
This year I went different. I posted this photo of David and Paul
both.
And then Paul's good friend Sarge posted the
picture of Paul being carried aloft (and, fittingly, chose a picture of
Robert DeNiro from Taxi Driver as her Facebook profile picture). And Jessica posted a picture of
Paul I hadn't seen before.
In the afternoon Walt and I took flowers to
the cemetery and then had our now traditional sushi dinner to close out the
evening.
I hate April 20.
2 comments:
Hugs!
Oh Bev. I'm sorry that it's something you've ever had to get used to at all.
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