Barncats in Ellensburg

It was two years ago today- November 14- my dad passed away. I knew when I said the date on my outgoing voice mail message this morning that it was a significant date, but it wasn't until later in the morning that I remembered why. Evidence that time heals our wounds, little by little. Last year this date loomed as a horrible milestone- there was no way I could've forgotten until mid-morning what the date meant. Today it's a little melancholy, but mainly because my memory of the actual event of his death has faded and I don't want that to happen.