19 Years
...don't they go by in a blink.
In life, certain days of the year become benchmarks, days you always recognize and remember. Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries. Today is one of those days, a sad marker that another years has gone by. It's hard to believe that next year will be 20 years since we've lost him.
[Pausing to think about it, I really resent the idea that I am old enough to recognize 20 year anniversaries, fuck, I'm getting old]
And somewhere in that self-indulgent humor is of what hurts the most about today, knowing that it's been 19 years of not having someone in my life that I would have liked to have known. The more I hear stories of what he was like, the more I wish I had stories of my own that I could tell.
I have so few memories of him, just images in my head really. I can remember the last Thanksgiving we had with him at our house. We were in the living room sitting by the fireplace. Monty and Ralph were running around playing... okay, so playing may be a bit of a stretch...there was definitely barking, but I don't know how friendly it was. That's really all that's left though, just an image really. A picture in my head. After that I remember being at Sally & Jim's with Adrienne and Stef when Sally told us he'd died, and later being in the foyer at his memorial service, and how many people were there to remember him.
So that's it. It's been 19 years.
In life, certain days of the year become benchmarks, days you always recognize and remember. Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries. Today is one of those days, a sad marker that another years has gone by. It's hard to believe that next year will be 20 years since we've lost him.
[Pausing to think about it, I really resent the idea that I am old enough to recognize 20 year anniversaries, fuck, I'm getting old]
And somewhere in that self-indulgent humor is of what hurts the most about today, knowing that it's been 19 years of not having someone in my life that I would have liked to have known. The more I hear stories of what he was like, the more I wish I had stories of my own that I could tell.
I have so few memories of him, just images in my head really. I can remember the last Thanksgiving we had with him at our house. We were in the living room sitting by the fireplace. Monty and Ralph were running around playing... okay, so playing may be a bit of a stretch...there was definitely barking, but I don't know how friendly it was. That's really all that's left though, just an image really. A picture in my head. After that I remember being at Sally & Jim's with Adrienne and Stef when Sally told us he'd died, and later being in the foyer at his memorial service, and how many people were there to remember him.
So that's it. It's been 19 years.