We’ve completed our “year of firsts.”

We had several days to remember.

Mother’s day was the anniversary of the last time we saw Richard. It was a tough day.

May 22nd was the last time anyone in the family talked to him. Debbie called him that Friday evening about his plans for the weekend. She was checking to see if he would be home for our family celebration of his cousin Hannah’s graduation from college. He had to work.

I’m sure he died on May 23rd. No one saw him or heard from him from that day on. I’m certain that as he began to wake up that morning he went into siezures. He never knew what was happening. At least I hope he didn’t.

May 28th last year we got that awful call from the coronor. And we had to tell Sarah her little brother was dead – on her birthday.

So we had a lot of days to remember.

Like there would be any way we could ever forget.