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.