This is a tough day for me and my family. I hate the mental build up to the anniversary of Sal’s death and mom’s accident. I especially hate it because I feel like it’s been three years and I really should be able to think about it without crying.
But, I can’t. I still feel like I did in this picture, only three years older, 10 years smarter and a lot clearer about what matters and what doesn’t.
Boy am I looking forward to running later — I need to wash my brain. And then I need to sleep for like 10 hours and maybe call my mother.