One Year Later

Bill died one year ago today. Technically, he passed just before midnight on June 13 in Japan which turns out to be the same date California time. I didn’t learn about his death until the 15th so I suppose each day will always have some meaning to me. I thought long and hard about this, but decided not to write any lengthy post about him. While it’s true I miss him terribly, I don’t miss him any more today than I did yesterday or will tomorrow. It’s just another day in the struggle to get over our loss. I know Sue would agree. So I will borrow a line from Forrest Gump (another great movie) and just say: you died on a Monday and that’s about all I have to say about that.