November 12th. Again. The first, and the worst, of many days on November which suck ass. The Day Dad Died.
It's a pretty strange thing to realize, that I'm catching up with my father. Every November 12th I'm 365 days older, yet he stays the same. Eventually I might catch up with him completely, or maybe even surpass him.
My sister always reads this every year on the 12th of November. I think she likes that it makes her cry.