1000 days
There was a pair of shoes at Nordstrom’s last week that Dave would have loved, but I didn’t buy them because I couldn’t remember his shoe size. And, obviously, also because dead men do not need shoes. Today he’s been gone for 1000 days. That’s a big number. Four digits, even. But it hardly seems like enough time to start forgetting things. I’m not a … Continue reading 1000 days