That Day Again

It always creeps right up on me. Three hours have passed already. I don't know what that means.

It's interesting though. [Cue scoffs from the skeptics.] It is almost as if the events in my life were designed to make coping easier for me. For years and years I have been all about half birthdays. May 2nd is my little sister's half birthday...a date to celebrate. May 2nd was also Olive's D-Day...a date that would have been automatically emo if not for Yoster. The other date that I would feel inevitably tortured is June 29th. Olive's birthday. Also my mother's birthday...and thus clearly a day for elation.

I am not actually saying that I definitively believe that those dates are more than a coincidence. Perhaps its just luck. Either way, I appreciate it.

I miss her like crazy. But not so much that it drives me crazy.