I keep thinking that I might write something, but none of it is bloggable.
We have a stack of birthdays and anniversaries ahead.
Our 35th wedding anniversary for one. I told the kids the other night that had their brother lived, I would have started dropping hints last winter about the big party they were expected to throw.
We have decided that a quiet family dinner is as much as we can manage.
September 2 looms ahead.
People tell me repeatedly that the second year can be worse.