Goodbyes

It was a year ago yesterday that we buried Kevin. Somehow that finality was harder to face than the anniversary of his death. I've also realized too that the anticipation of the day is usually harder than the day itself. I find myself still shaking my head when I think of spending the rest of my life without him. It just doesn't seem possible and yet I've survived a year already.

I watched Six Feet Under last night - I keep going back and forth with myself over whether that was a good idea or not. The one thing I do know - there isn't a show on television that deals with death so authentically. It was both impossible to watch and impossible to turn away.