The 3rd

It sneaks upon me every year. No matter how hard I push it to the back of my mind it always finds its way into my thoughts. It begins the week before and carries on until the day after...no matter how hard I try. 

I sometimes wonder what it would be like...how life would be different. How we would make a cake eat ribs and sing happy birthday. Life would be normal. We would talk and laugh. Eat and drink. Celebrate rather than cry. Instead of remembering the good times we would be enjoying them here an now. Instead of reflecting we would be looking to the future. 

That can't happen and we must accept that. For now we must remember and reflect until the day that we can be together again.