I’m having trouble figuring out how to address this day here. It feels like it’s both a huge deal, because it’s the Anniversary, and that it’s completely unimportant, because it’s just another day without Ian.
One year ago right now, 12:12pm cst, I was getting ready to leave work to go to his house, because Ian was such a creature of habit that if he’d decided to come in for a half day after his lunch, it would likely have been 12:12 when he arrived.
I keep sitting here thinking of things I wish I’d done differently… There are so many. But if wishes were fishes, we’d all have a fry… That Ian wouldn’t eat.
I’m wondering if those who read this can join in on this post. If you knew Ian, could you share some memory? Anything, really, I just know it makes me feel better when I hear other people talking about him too.
I miss him so much, it’s nice to hear about him, maybe things that I don’t think of as often, or didn’t know.
I’ll start. I remember a day when I told him about a singing group I’d heard, who had an incredibly deep bass singer. I made him listen to them, and told him how attractive I found that super deep bass. Later that night, we were watching a movie and cuddling on his couch. I was lying with my head on his chest, and he started humming, really low. I told him to be careful, that he’d start rivaling that bass, and he laughed and kept doing it.
He loved to please people.
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