The Last Song

Soon, on September 6, it'll be 10 years since Don Coil died.

The past few years, that date has gone by without me hardly noticing. For some reason 10 has a heftier feel to it. The sadness creeps in once in a while. This year it feels more like a chore. Like something unpleasant looming on the horizon that I have to do but don't really want to.

I remember back in the first dark days, I kept on telling myself that in 10 years it will be better. Of course it didn't take 10 years to be better, but, again, that number sticks to me.

That's all I have to say about that. Say it like Forrest, Forrest Gump.