Deathaversary

Every year 'bout this time I ponder and remember.

I ponder about what the last hours of his life were like.  (I'm still missing about an hour)  Did he know, or suspect.  What was his final thought?

And

I remember that morning as if it was yesterday.
Ironic,  I forget so many things on a daily basis, but the only day I want to forget, my memory is crystal clear!

So, the following post is what I lived that day