Please don’t forget about this day. I know that many aren’t sure how to handle it. Because he’s gone. But please don’t forget. Please feel free to wish me, us, a happy anniversary.
If he were here with me physically right now, we’d be planning. We’d probably make a trip to the Hill Country of Texas or maybe Austin. We’d find some quirky place to eat and just enjoy each other’s company. Instead, I am spending the day with my closest friends and trying to enjoy.
I’m struggling. Hard. Life keeps changing and it’s hard to keep up. I’ve hit some sort of depression amplified by this looming date. I am humbled by the people who are in my life and give me hope.
Please don’t forget us. Me. Help me remember the happy.