Whereas last Sunday I went through the whole day without realizing - until about bedtime - that it was X's birthday, tonight I am very aware that tomorrow would have been our eighteenth anniversary and Monday is nineteen years since the day we met.
Last year, I just got out of Dodge for the weekend. Went up to the Adirondacks and climbed my first mountain.
No such desire (or funds) this year.
Was going to just take off early for the day and follow my nose, but after @10:30 house showing tomorrow, someone's coming by to look at a couple of items I craigslisted.
I'll probably just take off after that. And drive.
And in the final analysis, it was all so unnecessary - to me. And all so very necessary - somehow - to her. (sigh).
Once my bride, the love of my life.
Now the person who ran and destroyed everything.
A shame. Just a shame.
"Seems my love has up and left me with no warning... All things must pass All things must pass away." George Harrison
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
