Anniversaries

 Yesterday marked 27 years since my foot was injured. Anniversaries are odd. Some years they fly by without pause while at other times I find myself paralyzed by memories. Yesterday was an odd amalgamation of both.

I found myself haunted by what-ifs and memories throughout the night and into the wee hours of the morning. It was odd because it was the anniversary of my accident but the majority of my thoughts focused on my brother. It has been almost a year since he was killed, and I miss him.  I guess my anniversary somehow opened a floodgate of emotions that I have been artfully concealing for nearly a year. 

In an attempt to maintain my sanity and to get through the day, we spent the majority outside working in the yard. While Timmy was logged into class upstairs, Scott, Robby and I cleared out a huge rock garden in our side yard. We uncovered nearly 100 daffodils that had been struggling to peek up through the leaves and debris.  It makes me so happy to look at our cleaned out bed and I can't wait for the flowers to bloom. 

I did my best to try to assist Robby and Scott, but my efforts were minimal. Clearing the bed required a combination of rock climbing skills and billy goat balancing that I simply do not possess. While they climbed the rocks and pulled the vines, I stayed at the base and picked up the debris after it was tossed.  I definitely got the easy part of that chore!