10 Other Years

I just realized March 14th came and went and I didn't even think about it being 10 years since Cassidy's passing. It's on my mind today, and it was on my mind a few weeks ago, when I was telling her story to a friend of mine. In some ways, I won't really ever forget, because 3/14 is also the birthday of a good friend of mine, and the two dates being on the same day... well, one is never far from the other. I don't feel bad about "forgetting", just like I don't make a huge deal about "remembering" each year.

I still wish I'd taken more pictures, and I still wonder what she would have grown up to look like. And I miss her little red speckled feet and the blue speckled triangle patch on her chest.