It’s that lovely “I hate it” time of the year

 

My Mikey, I love you

∞ • π³ + 1

 

Today, Daddy has been dead for 17 years.  It hit me yesterday, early in the wee morning hours.  I was sitting up on the computer and realized what time and date it was, and it hit me that 17 years ago had marked the last day I saw my father alive.

It’s still a zinger.  Even after all this time.

Herman

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Apparently, all day long my internal clock has been off.  Rather, my internal calendar.  It’s TOMORROW that marks the anniversary of Daddy’s death.  December 20, which I THOUGHT was today.

God knows how long I’ve been off a day.

Nanny got bad news over the weekend.  Sometime during the weekend, one of her brothers-in-law and a cousin both died.

Fuck.

H