Another anniversary of the day. Yes, says my rational mind, but another day does not make him any more gone from you.
That's not the point, I reply.
What is, then? Oh rational mind, you can be annoying when you persist.
I don't know.
But I always dread the day coming when it's "one more year since". I get introspective, retrospective. I miss my nephew, my friend, the silliness and brilliance and imperfections that made him, him.
ever and anon.