I would like to skip this day.
I would like to have skipped this day last year.
I would like to have skipped this day the year before.
I would like this day to never have happened.
But it did.
So here we are. Again.
Each year we get here and each year I expect this to be different.
Less sad, more distant, less vivid, less crushing….anything.
But it’s not.
It’s different, for sure, because time moves forward, with or without my help.
I don’t want to appear the martyr, because I’m not, and that would have made him mad anyway.
I don’t want to appear cold, because I’m not, and that would make me mad.
I can do the birthday.
I can do the wedding anniversary.
I can (almost) swing moments of “gee ya know if Sparky were here …”
I just want to skip this day.
Is that really too much to ask?
I suppose it is.
So here it is again, but for the record, I’d really rather skip it.
