"Dates are such strange things. I sometimes wonder if by the time I am old and grey if each day I wake, there will be something that I’ll remember from my past that occurred on that same day years ago. Something heartbreaking and painful and I wonder when immersed in the memories how many tears would burn down my cheek in remembrance? It will be a year, in four days from now, when things began to fall apart. And I’m not sure how to deal with that." Read more on the blog.