There will always be some dates. Some reminders. Some thornes that will prick, pierce and make me bleed sometimes. It’s been Fifteen Years today. Its seems like an eternity. It seems like it was yesterday.
December 18th 2015. I wake up this morning with another year in my bloody face. The dreaded 29 years. Before leaving for New Zealand, I was bragging here and there that this year I would celebrate my birthday on the beach because it would be summer, that I would go to the movies to see the last Star Wars and that I would have a funky barbecue.
Today, Dady, you would have turned 61.
I remember last year, I remember the previous years.
I remember the cold, I remember the snow.