I never noticed the date

I thought it was the fact that Mike and I split up. My emotions and the melancholy seemed to be so intense. It never occurred to me that the anniversary of your death has come and gone yet again. 12 years? How can it be that long already? Seems like yesterday I sat in your hospital room, holding your hand, waiting for you to get better. Knowing you wouldn’t. Not accepting, but still knowing. I hate knowing things. I miss you as much as I did the first year. I can still smell the sterile air from that hospital. I have not been able to watch the movie The Fan ever since. I am glad that the Lorena Bobbitt trial is over.