remembering

was there ever a date of something not so good that stuck in your head? then you know how i feel about September 22.

9/22/00: my dad had a stroke. i thank heaven every day that he was ok. it took a lot of therapy & some major medical miracles but he came through it--he's a little slower these days but he's here & that is what matters.

9/22/01: my grandmother had a stroke. she didn't fare as well. she passed away a month later. i miss her every single day.

as you can imagine, i am not a big fan of the phone ringing on 9/22. and i am always very conscious of the date.

it occurred to me tonight though that i missed it this year. i wasn't feeling all too well Thursday so that may have been part of it...but maybe time really is the great healer. i haven't forgotten but i don't feel quite so haunted.