August 9th. Today. Thirty-one months have marched by since TJ left this plane. Marched? Crawled? Eeked? Which word is the best? “Eek” sounds right since that gives me a sense of just barely getting by, like me most days. “Crawled” sounds good since the days without him are long. “Marched” seems right too though, because marching feels harsh to me…
Another Anniversary
