Today is the twenty-third anniversary of our daughter’s death. She died in her sleep two weeks short of her fifth birthday. This leaves a hole in our lives that in spite of all reason seems to get larger with the passing of time. I’ve taken the day off work to spend time with my wife. We’re going to the conservatory to smell flowers and think of Alyssa.
While we were upstairs, my computer started playing “The Hamilton Polka” for no reason. I came downstairs and shut it off with a click. The system wasn’t up on Itunes, so the cats couldn’t have set it off by stepping on the keyboard. If this was a sign from the afterlife, it is the weirdest one I could imagine.
Today is strange…
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We’ve only met face-to-face a few times but I see you on PMP’s FB site of course. I saw your post about this strange day on Good Reads and surfed over to here. I can only imagine your pain and this wound that will never heal. Take care – she knows you love her and always will.