Miss you dad.

Twelve years ago today my dad passed away without warning. I try not to think about the whole 'anniversary of their deaths' thing because it's just depressing. I miss both mom and dad very much, especially around Christmas time as we had such great holidays together growing up.

But the weird thing is there's this uber-loud ad rep sitting on the other side of my cubicle yakking on and on right now about what she plans to do with her body when she dies. I don't know why or how the subject came up but it really was odd when she said she wanted to be cremated and have her family take a trip to California and release her ashes into the ocean.

That's exactly what Kelly, Shannon and I did with mom and dad's ashes.

And yesterday my grandparents gave me a beautiful picture of my mom they had gotten blown up from a snapshot and I have it now on my desk at work. I think it's oddly fitting to have it here instead of at home because she was working here when she died. Well, not when she actually died - you get what I mean.

It's as if I'm supposed to remember the death anniversaries and not push them out of my mind. I'll try to I guess... but probably sitting at my desk at the paper is not the best place. Wish loud ad rep would shut it.