I mentioned in Mike's birthday post that we had started the unhealthy habit of the what-was-happening-one-year-ago-today remembering and since we're closing in on the sad anniversary, the practice has only increased since then. Last night, in the dark of our bedroom, I saw the blue light of Mike's cell phone reflected on the wall and rolled over to find him reading his last text conversations with his mom. A mental health professional would most likely advise him to delete those in order to move on, but he's not ready. On August 11, 2010 he wrote to her that he was happy she was home from the hospital, that he loved her, and that he would talk to her soon. He never got the chance.
I know we'll be better once this first anniversary is behind us, so I'll be back to posts about lighter things soon. But I am going to sign off for a bit now.