Who’s going to remember that he was doing SO well today 3 years ago.
Who’s going to remember that the doctor got the bleed and things were going in the right direction?
Who’s going to remember how tomorrow night I would call after blowing off my visit only to be told that the doctor’s needed to talk to me tomorrow?
Who’s going remember how guilty I felt that out of the last 4 days of his life, I only was there for him 1 of those?
Who’s going to remember that I was in a panick, and that Jeanne showed up to help me stay calm after that call tomorrow?
Who’s going to remember that tonight, 3 years ago, I was NSO’ing a derby game, oblivious that this would be my husband’s last few days?
Who’s going to remember how awful I felt for stealing a tiny bit of joy for my week only to discover that it was his last few?
Who’s going to remember besides me?
Who’s going to care besides me?
Who hurts because of what they missed besides me?
Who, besides me, hurts so much they can barely breathe this week because the angelversary is coming up in 3 days?
I don’t want to be the only one who remembers him. I know for some, it’s a birthday or just another day, but for me… this is the day my life changed.
Who cares about that besides me?