Naturally that reminded me of Karen and Stewart, who died five years ago today.
It seems like an age has passed, but at the same time it feels like no time at all. What surprises me most is how the significance of this date is fading. For the past few years I've been acutely aware of it's impending arrival; but not this year.
It doesn't seem quite so vital, any more, to mark such a dark day. Why single out the low point in their lives? Remember the multitude of good times instead.
The 21st of December is no longer as sad as it has been, but of course I still miss someone.