About an hour ago, I woke up with a start. No bad dreams, no explanation -- just completely and utterly awake at 4:30 am for no apparent reason.
A little while ago I went back to bed. I was lying there in the dark, letting my mind wander, when it hit me: August 6th, 4:30 am. That was the exact time, one year ago, when my Mother called me from the emergency room to tell me that
my Father had had a stroke.
I can't believe that my brain just did that. That is so fucking weird.