Been flooded with "1 year ago" thoughts the last month.
Like the last soccer game Brian was ever able to attend. I don't remember it, but i know it was in February some time.
Like the last time he left the house - it was to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, enjoy a couple microbrews and some wings, and his entire family - brothers, wives, parents, nephews and nieces - were there. It was so windy he could barely walk in the door. He could barely walk anyway. That was March 8, 2009. It was also the last night we would ever sleep together.
March 9, 2009 was the last morning he ever woke in our bedroom. He came down the stairs, went to sit in a kitchen chair, fell, and never walked up or down those stairs again.
March 9, 2009 was the first day of the week leading up to his death.
It was the strangest week of my life. So many blessings. So many regrets.