September, 7 2017
November 1, 2020
June 8, 1957
with each passing year
the calendar in my mind gets more crowded
guilt and responsibility puddle there
they are the mismatched socks in my top dresser drawer
the day she died
the day he was born
the day they got married
no month goes unscathed
April 8, 2021
May 29, 1984
March 20, 1957
celebrate
memorialize
acknowledge
commemorate
because I am still here, I must remember
August 17, 2012
July 7, 1984
September 7, 2016
Is it an honor or a curse,
living long enough to lose someone?
Is it a blessing or a burden,
to have so many you care about
and days on which you honor them?
November 29, 1993
April 17, 2021
December 15, 2012
These days are bricks
These days are privileges
to have known them
to love them
to hold them in my heart
October 30, 1987
February 2, 2012
October 22, 2021
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Explanation of dates used above
September, 7 2017 – the day my father died
November 1, 2020 – the day I got married
June 8, 1957 – the day my dad was born
April 8, 2021 – the day my daughter died
May 29, 1984 – the day my husband was born
March 20, 1957 – the day my mother was born
August 17, 2012 – the day my paternal grandma died
July 7, 1984 – the day my parents got married
September 7, 2016 – the day my aunt died
November 29, 1993 – the day my maternal grandpa died
April 17, 2021 – the day my second godson was baptized
December 15, 2012 – the day my first godson was born
October 30, 1987 – the day my best friend was born
February 2, 2012 – the day my paternal grandpa died
October 22, 2021 – the day my daughter should have been born