Missing people
Normally I manage to forget about Derek's anniversary, instead I try to celebrate his birthday which is at the end of the month. However on Friday one of my supervisors in clinic came up to me and gave me a big hug along with the words "I think you could use that, your Dad told me what next week is." This left me confused for a few minutes before I did the maths in my head and realised that the 8th is his anniversary.
Tomorrow my brother will have been dead for 14 years. Tonight it is 14 years since I sat in the sitting room watching MASH and Red Dwarf with him. It's going to be 14 years since I've heard politics spoken in the house. I was 14 years old when he died, tomorrow he will have been dead for the same length of time. I feel like it shouldn't still hurt this much but it does.
Derek, I miss you.