08.31.2018

08.31.2018. He’d been gone for a year.

I woke up, turned on my coffee maker, and hopped in the shower. I got into the office, ran the morning meeting, and dove headfirst into my day.

I don’t really know what I expected from this day. I didn’t stay home, I didn’t isolate myself from the rest of the world and binge watch slasher movies, which is what my initial plans were.

I certainly didn’t expect the outpouring of love. I wasn’t expecting the calls and texts that I got from my friends and family to check in and make sure I was okay.  I wasn’t expecting my best friends to be parked outside of my apartment with a bag from Chipotle and a bottle of wine.

It’s a strange thing, the death anniversary. Some may choose to acknowledge it, some may opt to ignore it altogether. I opted for the latter, but my friends refused to accept that…and I’m glad they did.

“It’s something that we don’t quite know how to handle, because of the brutal reminder of the trauma we’ve experienced. Even so, it feels almost irreverent to push through the day as if it were just like any other.”

Wise words from a great friend.

A death anniversary is an important day, and deserves to be acknowledged, even if it’s through eating cold Chipotle and drinking red wine with your friends whilst binge watching 90s R&B music videos on YouTube. 

 

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