I can't believe I let the day go by, not only without ceremony, but without even noticing. David died 15 years ago yesterday, February 6, 2006. Those of you who know me know that every year on that date, and on his birthday, December 9, I have dinner with my husband. Every year, it is the same dinner, prime rib and bourbon, David's two favourite food groups.
Maybe it is the lack of calendars in my life in these days of COVID. But the day went by. I am mortified
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