A new page on the calendar with its tongue hanging out to either tease or taunt us: our insignificance, a new getting through.
I was 25 and alone. I didn’t have a car or plans on the weekends. I got up and made coffee and went out for the day.
I remember it’s the end of April and think back four years ago, when we came back from Germany.
The rain fell so hard I stood in the doorway watching it, letting in the cool, clean air.
Just like it always did, the spring came back.
I had a talk with Lily about the scenario where both mom and dad get sick and someone has to assume control of the house, which would fall to Lily.
In less than a week I ate most of a small ham by myself, oftentimes eating it cold by my computer for breakfast with a hard-boiled egg and coffee.
There was a lot to celebrate still.
It took me way too long to appreciate the nuance in that record, called April and released on April 1, 2008.