Yesterday was one year since my grandfather passed away.  My brother called me and asked if I had called my grandma. I said noooo, why?  Was she sick? Then he lays the guilt on and says today is the day Grandaddy died a year ago.  Well crap, I think... Now she'll think I don't care or something.  BUT, I am not gona fall victim to that guilt!! I didn't remember.  I don't keep up with those dates: dates when someone dies.  I see no need to remind myself of such a sad day.  A day when someone I loved so much left for someplace better.  I'd rather just remember good times I made with them, no matter the date.  

I did think how amazing.... I had no idea and my grandfather had been with me so many times throughout the day.