An Anniversary Letter to a Deceased Friend
(04/20/17 1:59am)
I anticipated this day. I have always kept a mental benchmark about how long it’s been since it happened: a month, three months, six months, and now, an entire year. I spent last week in anxiety, agonizing over how to react. It was either going to be a forced disregard of the fact or an overwhelming flux of emotions and thoughts, but no in–between. I considered the first option: pretending today held nothing significant. But I found that choice disturbing—it has only been a year—because it is too soon. So I decided to let the thoughts play.