It was almost this time exactly one year ago that Dad lost his voice forever.
It's a debate in my mind whether or not today marks a day darker than August 3 when he passed. In August he was released whereas on May 8 he was trapped.
I agreed to work a full day at the bookstore today without realizing what today was. But I'm glad I did in some respects, it probably kept me from bawling all day. There is a funeral at the building today which makes for an interesting environment. It makes for a somber one certainly, which is how I feel too so at least we're all together in it.
I made the mistake of listening to the tape that I most remember him playing in the car when I was a kid. I was in the fetal position within a track. (Also, it's a really good album)
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