Day 2192 Who knew?
First things first, flowers. In honor of my dad, I bought myself a beautiful mixed bouquet, because if he were still alive today, he’d want me to have them. They made me smile all day, thinking of him and the unconditional love I was so lucky to have for so long. To this day, he remains the only person who ever called me “sweetheart.” It’s something that makes me happy to think about, yet somehow still hurts my insides. I’m not one to visit a gravesite, and I don’t usually remember the date of someone’s passing, but his date never escapes me. Several of my good friends have birthdays on that same day each year, gently reminding me of its significance. I think we often remember people more on their birthdays. I’m not one to do the math to figure out how old they would be, their death suspends them in their final year. Remembering how suddenly he passed makes me appreciate my own life so much more, how lucky I am each and every day, even with whatever struggles come my way. ...
