He rolled in bed and acknowledged that tomorrow had always been a weird day.
He began to acknowledge how it felt at first. how he was sad. How he wondered where she was. How he drank and and cried and how he even prayed for it not to be true. How every 14th January he would calculate how old she was today and dream about how they would have celebrated.
How he used to wonder the age old “why me?” or “why her”...... as if worse things had not happened to better people.
Today, he acknowledged how grateful he was for every moment he got with her, and no matter where, or what, or when. Alive or dead; he would always remain her son.