Today is the first anniversary of Dad's death. Actually, he passed away at 11:35 on the 24th, though the coroner didn't show up until about 1am on the 25th.
It seems like this snuck up on me too fast. Only a few weeks ago was the anniversary of his diagnosis with pancreatic cancer. Those six weeks last year seemed interminable, and of course too short. This year six weeks went by like nothing.
I don't know if that's why I can't sleep. Or if it's just something else, like the extra glass of chardonnay last night or the pain in my lower back acting up. But usually I can sleep through anything.
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