Six years today.
No tears this year, just memories. The shock has disspiated and we have, collectively, pretty much dealt with things. Life is resilient, whether we expect it to be or not.
When you lose someone, there is a terrible shock.
But at least you are spared the anticipation and dread which becomes part of the anniversary.
Everyone says the first year is the hardest- it's a year full of firsts without him. Birthdays, holidays, important days to be gotten through somehow. We all got together on the first anniversary, I wrote about at the time as one year later. We knew we would all be thinking of him, so we had a bowling party in his memory. It was very theraputic all in all.
I must admit the burden eased that day, the fact that we all survived a year together without him made it easier somehow. And I was very fortunate- I unknowingly got the chance to say goodbye. You can read about it here.
But he's never very far away from me. As his childhood friend Betty reflected, our summer will always have a thousand Julys.
For Betty, and for John, whom we miss today and always
