Dear John, It's Been Five Years . . .
Every year I go through the same thing. I argue with myself for weeks about this day. Say something, don't say something. Do something to commemorate it, hide in the house. Share it, keep it to myself. See if anyone remembers - don't be a jerk. So five years of it, and I always end up here. On the keyboard, dishing out my words. I guess I need it. When I logged into Blogger I was shocked to see that I had only blogged once since Year 4. Sometimes I just post on my Facebook page - Portality Thoughts . . . I do a shorter version, but wow. The blogging has really slowed down. I think you get to a place where you just keep it inside. After all, it's been literal years and it's not forefront on anyone else's mind (sans family). And then I think, but this is my story. My life living without him, and I remember how grateful I am that I documented it - because to be honest, grief can be a real memory stealer. So, when I want to, I can go back and read throug