It's a knife in the side, a constant reminder of what is available no more. It hurts less than it did, and I can return the love of others in their kindness remembering me, but it's a day I'd prefer to never re-visit.
I love my son, but somehow it's separate from what this day brings to me. A sense of loss mixed with futility and impotence. Of life spent and a future lost.
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