I played bunko this afternoon and appear to be on a losing streak, which is past due so I'm not complaining.

I realized last night that this year was the first year since 2003 that I didn't think about August 1 being the day Dad died. At first I felt a twinge of guilt, but then remembered that Mom's death last September has overshadowed his. I think about September 3rd frequently and cannot believe that it's almost been a year. It seems much longer since so much has happened since, but I still miss seeing her every day.