I feel like I should have something important to say, or that I should at least use this date to make note of the passage of time, take stock in how I feel, and think about how my life has changed since that day.
The truth is that I'm overwhelmed at work, stressed out about my condo, and anxious about a few things I'm waiting on that I can't talk about here. Alas, reflection will have to wait.
To honor John on the anniversary of his death, CV and I are taking the kids to the Big Apple Circus. A circus seems somehow appropriate, no? I have been so overwhelmed with work that I had neglected to mention the circus to Maddie and Riley until this morning. I don't think they really understand what a circus is, but they are very excited that we will be taking the T to get there. Ooh! A train! So fun. I predict that both kids will enjoy the animals and such, and that Riley will get a kick out of any of the physical comedy done by clowns and their cohorts. He is infinitely amused by people falling down on purpose, kicking things, etc. I am doubtful that we'll make it through the whole 2-hour show, but with enough popcorn, who knows?!
It goes without saying that I miss John. I don't miss him any more or any less on the anniversary of his death. How can you think about someone more than constantly and love someone more than infinitely?