Another year, another celebration. Cheers to many more joyful anniversaries.
I felt anxious most of the day. Irritable. Off-kilter. But I wasn’t sure why. Late afternoon I sat with Blue and he held my hands until I could say.
I arrived at Grady Hospital eight years ago today. I didn’t see Daddy that morning. Nor any other since.
I was in a fog most of the day, despite the clear, sunshiny day.