To the day.
That we first heard that she had cancer, not a stroke. That she would not be able to live on her own any more. That she had a "prognosis" not a "diagnosis"...
Things have changed. The world news cycle has clanked along. We are fine, then not. Remember her and then forget. Share a memory, and then hurriedly change the topic.
SO glad that we are normal.
It's been almost a year.
And there are days it is still very hard.
To God be the glory.