Today would have been our 25th wedding anniversary.
I don't have much else to say about it. We would have had a nice party. We might have taken a trip somewhere. There'd probably be some kind of silver trinket involved. Jim would have written a poem for me. He did that a lot.
But instead today I'll do some house work, make some phone calls and later I'll take a walk.
Happy Birthday to Dan!
6 comments:
Oh- what a very hard day-I'm so sorry you didn't get to spend it with Jim. Completely sucks.
We enjoyed seeing the pictures of your wedding at the "celebration of Jim's life" party in January.
Ugh. That was kind of a smack in the head. 25 years ago. Seems like another planet.
--leg
25. wow. 1982. time flies.
I spent the day a little bit numb. Last night I went for full numbness (thanks for the wine, Bill). I went out to the front yard and plopped down into one of the Adirondacks and stared at the view. I had a nicely buzzed, one-sided conversation with Jim, the universe and everything. Heh! I wish I could remember it. I know there must have been some brilliant insights in there.
Yeah, there are times I've gone up on my hill, especially during the full moon, when my brother died, and spoken to him. It mostly happened a lot three years ago; some very special, seemingly odd momets, but it was very cool - something way worth doing.
Mary
Everyone should have their own hill. How will I ever life as a flat-lander again? You can't have a conversation with small sky. Gotta have big sky with city lights and some airplanes. Yep, I'm gonna miss this place.
I think about your brother sometimes. Wow, Mary, has it been almost 4 years?
Hmm, I think I'll put on some mosquito repellant and go outside and have one of those conversations, without the alcohol this time.
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