Three Years

Raymond died three years ago today.

I did better today than I have in the past. I did not have flashbacks of this day in 2006. In fact, I acknowledged the day, and then I kept my mind so occupied that I didn't have time to dwell on any of the past.

I spent most of my day hand quilting, but this evening the boys and I went to see "Star Trek" and then to dinner. When we got to the restaurant there was a hawk sitting on the concrete having his dinner (not very appetizing), and I felt better.

I didn't mention the day to the boys, and they didn't mention it to me. I don't know if they remember or not. I know Raymond would not want them to dwell on it in any way.

I miss him.