I Missed an Anniversary

How interesting.

Over the weekend, it was the 8 month anniversary of Andrew's death. And I didn't notice it. Granted I was a bit down-hearted. But it didn't occur to me.

In fact, I didn't notice the anniversary of his birthday last month on the 18th. It even fell on the same day as my father's birthday and I didn't think of it.

Odd.

Maybe it's a good sign that I'm starting to move on a bit. Am healing a bit from the loss.

And somehow I feel a bit like I have betrayed him. I know I haven't. But it's still there. This little hint that I shouldn't have forgotten. Stop it K. You know you haven't forgotten him. He will always be with you. Will always be in your heart.

Oh this cruel game that grief plays on your mind and heart and body.

If I was a little girl, I would stick my tongue out at it and call it a silly name. Or tell on it.

But seeing as how I am quite a few decades beyond that . . . I will . . . .  . . . . . . I will . . . . . . . . . . I will just cry.