Soooo. So. Yeah.
Big day tomorrow. These were Tom's words earlier today. And me, being me, was all, "Yeah, we've got school, and I'm taking Sarah to a movie at the elementary school, then we've got dinner with friends at home." And he was all, "I meant Jane." And I was all, "I know."
One year tomorrow. Crappiest anniversary ever.
We're not doing anything special to mark it. It just... I don't want to have to commemorate my daughter's death. I'd considered making a donation of toys to the hospital or library or money to the March of Dimes, but I'd rather continue doing such things on her birthday, celebrating her life in my small way. But tomorrow? January 28th? Well, screw January 28th. The most wrenching thing I've ever had to do happened on January 28th and it can go to hell.
School. Movies. Dinner with our friends. Life moving forward. That's what I want tomorrow. Since what I most want I can't have back.