Dark Anniversaries

Before my father died in 2006, I never saw a need to mark dark anniversaries. I've had people die in my life. Perhaps their proximity in relationship didn't qualify for an anniversary. Then Pop's death happened. The date, February 13 comes every year since then with internal cymbals banging to note the occasion. With his death, I became one of those remembering THE day.

Today is another. My sister, Rosemary Day disappeared two years ago on this date. Two years of not knowing what has happened to her. Two years of a loneliness that is marked by those discordant cymbals clanging away inside my head...my soul.

With the recent news of the three women in Ohio returning from that unknown place where Rosemary is currently, I can only hope she's still alive. Miracles do happen.

I love you, Rosemary, like so many other people. We miss you and can only hope the unknown is revealed.

I don't like dark anniversaries.