Thirteen years

Today is the thirteenth anniversary of the day my father was killed.

A lot of years, I get tense and irritable in the couple of weeks leading up to the anniversary. This year, I’ve been pretty much fine. A little sad, and a little scattered (have had a hard time focusing and a hard time being productive), but nothing unmanageable.

I often try to work at home on the anniversary, to minimize contact with people, but today I have lunch scheduled with a friend at work, so I’ll go in for that. But I may come home afterward.

Hugs and sympathies to family. Hope you’re all doing okay today.

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