After making the Nagasaki/Sharon Tate post yesterday, then going off to school, while I was sitting in class, it suddenly hit me that August 9th is another anniversary. On August 9th, 1991, my mother died of a stroke. She was 57 years old.
Not really surprising that I didn't remember, given our history. But it is my history, and the history of one is as important as the history of many.