March 27, 2020.
Around this time each year I get so sad, and I don't know why. Not normal sadness, something deeper and lower in my belly. And then I think about what went on around this time last year. And I remember.. right, it's about a week away before Jake dies. But he died, it's not now it was two years ago. But it's a weird sensation, like a premonition of the past. It doesn't feel wrong, and it almost feels pleasant, not sure why. Maybe because feeling that way again so succinctly brings me closer to him. To a time when I could have almost guessed it and had one more phone call. This is a photo he took