When I woke up this morning, I didn't remember. For around 3 minutes, I lay in bed thinking about whether I wanted to get up immediately or not. Whether my jeans were still drying. Was I hungry? And then through the haze came suddenly the realization that it was the 2nd of July.
For 3 whole minutes this morning, I didn't remember that my father died today, 14 years ago. What kind of person does that make me?
