Two years ago today I remember sitting on the chaise lounge, surveying the Rocky Mountain panorama and listening to Chris Botti play Nessun Dorma (transcendent!) from his Italia CD. The sun was low in the sky, glaring in my eyes as it does right now and I was full of fear and possibility at taking possession of our "new" house.
This is also the anniversary of my father's birthday. He died in 2002 but his memory grows with every year.
Memories and dates are significant. Some pleasant, others burdensome. I just wanted to mark the passing of this day and know that there are hundreds of issues that each of these events have raised. Life is complex. If you know a good therapist, send me his/her number.
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