Anniversary

It is the anniversary of my father's death. His life ceased around 6am on January 24, 2002.

Has it really been 6 years?

I suppose it gets a little less raw every day of every year. I suppose. But some days I'm not sure.

Celebrating New Year's is always bittersweet for me. It's a chance to being anew - resolutions, diets, etc. - but it also brings me a day closer to tearing open that wound once again. January may be about beginnings for some people. But to me, January is about endings.


(In a sick twist of fate, another relative was killed in a freak car accident a year to the day that my dad died).