Slipping

I forgot how time slips. How one date one year slips to the next day the year following. I forgot that the 19th would be on a Tuesday this year. I remember when Scott told me about Mom passing away. It was a Sunday night. He had just come into the kitchen, and I was walking out of the downstairs bathroom/laundry room. I said Oh My God. I hugged him so hard and started crying. It didn't seem real.

I realized last night, just how much I miss being able to talk with her, and being able to ask her for advice. It's been two years. And still, here I am crying about it.

We kept her memory alive by having her favorite, chocolate martinis, at Club Diversity last night. And we try to keep her memory alive every day in how we live.