Not a happy sort of anniversary
I’m just adding this as a bookmark of life, as I do on occasion.
November 22 is always a melancholy day for me. For most people my age and older, it’s a memorable day in the way of remembering a great US President in that it was the day JFK was assassinated in Dallas, TX. For me, it was the day I lost my adoptive mother. She was only 59 when she passed away and I still remember the events of the day, at least starting around 10 am. The day ended up being far more surreal than when it started, and the events in the coming days didn’t make it any better.
Just reminded every year around Thanksgiving that I have a lot more to be thankful for now than I did then. Having relatives dying around the holidays is about the worst thing that can happen. Losing people you love is bad enough, but throw in the build up to a holiday, and then have something negative like that occur, and it just blows it all out of the water.
Definitely put a damper on my day. My girl and my wife did manage to keep my spirits up just the same, but by the same token they mostly left me to my own thoughts, which I appreciate far more. Even 29 years after the fact, it still hurts. And when you’re hurting, you do NOT want anyone giving you thoughts and prayers. Or offering condolences, or things of that nature. Which, coincidentally, is why I stopped posting about it on Facebook…because you invariably get people trying to make you feel better. When that’s the last thing that you want. They mean well…but, they just don’t understand. And I’m beyond trying to make them get it.
And yes, I appreciate whatever positive thoughts you, the reader wish to offer, if any. But I’m disabling comments here as well…because…I can. Thanks anyway.