I think I helped myself to remember 4 April 1990 late in the day. That was the day my baby brother died, aged twenty-two, twenty three years ago. Awhile back I calculated when the days since he died would equal the days of life he lived, and that came out to early August 2012.
Why is it people resist something so simple as wearing a seatbealt? Falling asleep at the wheel isn't really forgivable, but (big 20 year old sigh) you might survive.
April the 4th 1990. It was around 5:30 am my mom called. "It's not your father..." and I knew... "it's Larry." No force on Earth, nothing in all of time or space, Divine or make believe could've achieved the absolute devastation of everything I held dear as those few words.
This one's for you, Larry.
For all my friends here who have ever sat upon the ground and cried in sorrow beside the grave of a loved one ... Yes, always. Peace