Monday, November 06, 2006

Hubby burned a group of cd's for me this weekend. As I was looking at his writing, something made me think of Brian and gave me an uncomfortable feeling. Maybe because Brian and I used to make mix tapes for each other. I don't like to associate Hubby with the immature and fucked up high school relationship Brian and I had.

He popped into my head several times again today. Disquieting. Then I realized it's fall, it's November. He was killed in the fall - November, I think. I've long since forgotten the date. Every year around this time memories surface. It's odd how certain objects, places, smells, songs can dig long-forgotten things out of dusty corners of the brain.

1 comment:

stefanierj said...

Oh sweetie, I am so sorry for your loss, even if it was long ago. I don't know the story, but I know my own mom lost her first hubs over 35 years ago and she still gets that odd feeling on the anniversary of his death.

Hope the nostalgia is replaced by happier more recent memories soon. Sounds like Peanut's good for that-no mucking in the past for a toddler, huh?