it had been fortyone years
the
last seventeen years hes been alone on their anniversary
he didnt celebrate it
a better word he commemorated it
celebrating would be off target
many
people who attended their wedding no longer thought to remember or acknowledge
it
many were dead
Time has a way of parsing our lives
he rememberedhis sister rememberedalways
sent a lovely card and that was plenty
now shes gone
he wasfor whatever reason the
one who had a deep memory and store and recalled family and friends birthdates wedding
anniversaries although a fiftyfifty
proposition half after theyd passedFuck
he did not send them belated letters
he disliked the word it was a euphemism softersounding than saying Yea I FORGOT
he preferred not to receive belated
wish let it go
maybe this years guilt would possess
them to remember next year
and when he did timely remember a
birthday or anniversary they said How is
it you always remember our birthday our anniversaries? How do you do it?
I dont always anything keep that
in mind Ive come to accept as a natural
course that were all juggling balls trying to keep them up in the air I have fewer balls to juggle Lets leave it at that
So dont beat yourself up recriminations
are worthlesstryin to shoulder aside box out jab with an elbow regret or
remorse Let it go Theres better and more important things in our
lives
but theyd insist he trying to be magnanimous
so much for
letting it go
No Not magnanimous Its on you Itll have to be your hangup Im
not apologising for happening to remember
he
was the thoughtful elephant in the room
Please
Just say thank you
he took a long walkhe could feel convinced himself he did
her hand in his he remembered who they were that only he and she would know
when he got home he poured two neat
whiskies
he toasted her Happy Fortyfirst babe I love you
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