Everyone has dates that they keep in their heads and hearts.
Many only you know and acknowledge and some are shared with a select few.
They are anniversaries of sadness, of loss. There are no celebrations on these dates, there is remembrance, silence and introspect.
Maybe it is the due date of a baby that never was, or the date you met the one that got away.
Today is my date, the one I carry in my heart, the day I don't want to get out of bed, the one where I wish I could erase from my memory.
It is the day my Dad died.
This is my post from last year, and everything is the same.
It is just a year later.
2 months ago