The last time we did that was in January. Come the 11th of February we were at UCLA receiving the terrible news that there was nothing more the doctors could do for us. That little anniversary just wasn't on our minds.
Now the day of the month that I'm hypersensitive to is the 7th. Along with counting Sundays, I'm now counting the months since he left this world.
For me there are two ways of looking at the time as it passes. One way is to think of it as moving me away from our time together, and that's what I do when I'm looking back. The other way is to think of it as two months closer to the time I will see him again, and I'm able to do that when I'm looking forward and keeping things in an eternal perspective.