So, I didn’t mention it on the 11th because sometimes you just have to make happy, and this month has been a good month.
Valentine’s Day marks 14 years and 3 days since the night I made a decision that resulted in a car wreck, which killed Gracie. I don’t know if her father gets sad on the 11th. Part of me hopes that he does, that he remembers her; part of me hopes that he doesn’t – for various reasons. Neither of us should have gone through losing her. 14 years and 3 days ago was worse than the night I had the stroke, worse than any other time, ever.
The 11th was also 8 years and 3 days after the first day that I was able to walk without assistance. No wheelchair, no walker.
I both hate and love February 11th.
One response to “14 and 8”
I’m sad 😢. You are a WARRIOR, though. ❤️