Of loss and memories and stories.

I'd had another post planned for today. Two possible ones, actually. But at the last minute, I decided to push them back.

Because today is Bill's memorial service.

It's been years since I've had to deal with the death of someone even moderately close to me. Betty and I have been lucky that way. I'd forgotten the little things that comes with it. The way you forget, for a minute or two, and then the reminder comes like a sucker punch and you almost want to lean over and clutch your chest it hurt...