Ah, wow. It's the 15th anniversary of my dad's death. I struggle with this day, this whole time of year, in fact. I woke up to drizzle and dark, and decided even the weather is commiserating.
I wrote this column two years back - it still says it all. I love that picture. Yeah, that was my wedding. He died exactly 6 years later - on my wedding anniversary. We won't talk about that. The man did like to have the last word.
I just drove Christer to work, and said something about the day. He couldn't believe it had been 15 years. "I was in kindergarten, right?" he asked. I said yup. He turned 5 a week after his Pa died. He remembers, though it's fading fast. Too fast. "You okay?" he asked, peering at me as I peered through the windshield wipers in the still-dark morning.