Four years ago today, the last house Nigel and I shared went to new owners—six months to the very day after he died. That coincidence of dates is the only reason I remember the sale date, because the sale itself isn’t something I think about much. This year, however, is very different because in September it’ll be five years since I lost the love of my life, and that’s really, REALLY weird for me for a lot of reasons. It feels like only yesterday and also as if it was a lifetime ago all at the same time.
Today’s anniversary is just one of many things that have been constantly reminding me of that September day. This year was always going to be weird for me, so today’s odd anniversary just fits right in.
And yet, this evening I went up to Woolworths (née Countdown) Te Rapa, after I gave Leo his dinner. Day to day life still happens, after all. One does what one must.
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