august 7th
today my dad would have turned 71 years old. august 1st marked 11 years since his passing. for the first time the anniversary of his death felt different than in the past. - like past years, i immediately remembered what day it was the moment i woke up. - like past years, i posted a picture of him on social media. - like past years, i re-read my blog post about his final days. but... - unlike past years i forgot to even mention it on my blog - unlike past years i forgot to text (or call) my mom and brother that last one really threw me for a loop. how could i forget?! it's hard not to beat myself up about it. does it mean i miss him less now? or that i was "too busy"? or a sign that it's been so long that it's no longer top of mind? i don't really like any of these reasons/excuses. when all we have left of him is memories, i don't want any of it to fade. i suppose a part of grieving is getting used to your loved one no longer being around. and i have. i...
