22 years ago this night my dad died. It was sudden and horrible, I was there and he wasn't very old. You'd think I'd have a grip already, with it being so long ago now, but it's weird this year - it's the first time that I remember, I'm sure that's statistically unlikely this day falls on a Friday, as it was then. My DH and DC are out, the rest of my family is together in a different country, I'm on my own and am drinking
, and am wondering, am IABU to be so hung up on this date/day of the week thing, even though it's such a long time? I just feel very sad.