My brother Jay (who, btw, posted an excellent long comment the other day to one of my political entries, in case you missed it) dropped me a note this morning that reminded me that today is both our father's sixty-fifth birthday and the twenty-fourth anniversary of our mother's death.
Some years are harder than others, but in general it gets easier over time. It's not hitting me so hard this year, perhaps because there's so much else going on that I'm distracted.
Still, I thought it was worth posting a quick note in memory of Marcy. I do still miss her.