This past August, as the anniversary of my accident passed for the 22nd time, I was, as always, surprised by how much better I felt when 3:05 passes (the actual time of the crash.) After 3:05, I feel like I can breathe easier. I made it. Another year.

But this year something occurred to me, and maybe I’m just super self-involved for not having realized it before: August 4th happened to other people, too. You all went through the day, August 4th, but other people had big things happen too. My in-laws got married on August 4th. A friend’s wife was born on August 4th. A dear friend had her son on August 4th. He died less than a month later.

It’s a big day for a lot of people for a lot of reasons.

Some people look forward to the day.  (I can’t imagine every looking to that day with joy.) Other people also see that as a day of grief.

Do you have dates like that?

On the flip side of this, I realize as I’m typing, February 23rd was the day Wee One was born. For some people, somewhere, February 23rd is a shit day. A day they hate. Same with March 3rd, wedding anniversary.

Life is funny. Perspective is funny.

Show some grace for yourself, for other people. We’re all going through it.


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