Today is Anne's 52nd birthday, had she hung around to celebrate it.
Had a terrible dream Friday night of her death and it felt in the dream exactly as painful as the day she died.
Spent the day with a raging headache, stopped and bought a six-pack of beer on the way home from work, drank it all, and cried my eyes out.
I haven't cried about Anne for nearly a year, though I think about her almost every day.
So, today I have a mambo hangover and have to go to work in an hour.
On Sunday, September 26, is the second anniversary of her death. Oy.