Postscript to the season

Funny how this is the last actual weekend of summer; it came and went in a blink.  Lowkey; enjoyable; not overwhelmingly hot and damned fast.  The last couple of weeks have also been air conditioner free because of the milder temperatures, which has helped me sleep better.  And next weekend means it's time for the annual flu shot.

One interesting and very nice little note.  On a recent post of an album review I did - shared on Facebook - one of the messages was from an old friend; it was very nice and very warming to reconnect with him - however short and hurried it may have been.  It's a good feeling to have those kinds of exchanges after decades.

This day

...is a date that haunts - obviously.  Having been there when it happened and then the aftermath is something that will never be forgotten.  It's a bitter memory; a foul taste. 

It was also my parents' wedding anniversary - it marred my father's memory of their marriage for the rest of his life.  He held it sacred after my mother died and this was a different wound.

It doesn't matter what "number anniversary" this is; how many years.

It will never be forgotten nor forgiven.