Hauntings

When Bob and I got married Halloween weekend, I never thought that our anniversary would come to mean something other than a happy occasion for me. As I widow, I've learned that dates can haunt you. They sneak up on you when you're not expecting them.

You'll be cruising along, happy days, and then WHAM, brick wall to the face. Much like getting your period when you're not expecting it, you check the calendar, but it's not Aunt Flo. Nope. It's a symbolic date of some kind...an anniversary, a milestone, birthday approaching, or some magic moment of sadness come to haunt you when you least expect it.

How does your body know?

HOW?

I want answers. Also, naps. It's exhausting. I used to love Halloween. It was one of my favorite holidays. I can't even find my favorite decorations anymore.