Sad Anniversaries, Happy Memories and a Summer Pasta Dish
I just made it through two of those sad dates: it was two years ago, July 19 th that Bruce passed away, and two years ago August 6 th was the date of his military grave-side funeral service. I have been contemplating what has changed since a year ago, the first anniversary of these dates. I feel that it was a bit easier this year. It’s hard to explain how it’s different, maybe just a bit less acute emotionally. My advice to myself and others who must cope with the loss of a loved one is, don’t try to pretend the date doesn’t matter. If you do, you’ll find that the significance will creep up on you when you least expect it, triggered by something that might be mundane but loaded with sentimental meaning. Don’t fight the feeling of grief, and don’t suppress it. It’s O.K. to let it flow, including the tears. I shed the first tears in a long time today, when my smart phone “shared” memories of past photos from th...