“Anniversaries” are a jarring reminder, as if I need one, of Burt’s absence.
He was not here to celebrate his birthday, my birthday nor New Year’s, certainly not Valentines Day. In fact, in eight days, I will acknowledge the first year since his passing.
On what would have been 35 years from the day we met, our friends, our neighbors stood up to celebrate Burt’s life.
That day, it had been less than three months since his death. Three months felt like no time and like forever.
Each day marking a significant event is another occasion to pay tribute to Burt.
I am not planning a customary commemoration for the first year without Burt, but I have been observing milestones and memories all year.
I know I will continue to recall, randomly, and tearfully, bits and pieces of our life together. I am so grateful for that.
this is our life 