May 8th, 1972
I've been wondering why I've felt like shit for the past few days. I looked at the calendar and gasped. Today would have been Ed's 35th birthday. It's funny, no matter how much time goes by, the memory of people stay in your bones. Your subconcious. Sense memory wins again.
Maybe tomorrow will get better--at least until May 29th. May & June always suck for me. Even if I don't actively remember, which somehow, happens sometimes.