I’m not sure why but this date is replete with events in my life. Some of them are good, but most of them are bad. In the years to come I’m thinking of just skipping this day.
On this day in 1994 my godfather died.
On this day in 1995 my grandfather died.
On this day last year my agency, San Diego Hospice died (it actually announced it was closing but spent the next month transferring patients).
Today two of my coworkers (who are co-survivors of the death of San Diego Hospice) were laid off.
On the other hand, some good things happened. Today a friend of mine celebrated 11 years of sobriety, and the daughter of my friends Mike and Dana turn 19 today.
Maybe everyone has a date like this, but it seems that February 13th is the intersection of lots of people and events in my life.
Next year I start the sleeping pills on the night of the 12th and hope to wake up on the 14th.