Yesterday was the 8 month anniversary of Jim’s death. Bet you thought I forgot. Ha! As if. I’ve decided to cancel it. Tried to go on a night ride and commune with him as the next thunderstorm brewed. But in all the bins of bike stuff that Jim left in the garage, there wasn’t a single light that worked. I took it as a sign. I’m canceling this month’s anniversary.
Next month, on the 9 month anniversary, I will be in Sandpoint for the music festival. Josh Ritter is playing the night before. He will play Lantern…and if I am really lucky he will play Kathleen for an encore. We are staying for the next night’s concert as well, and I will wake up on Saturday to what would have been our 23rd wedding anniversary.
Too many anniversaries. And what date to celebrate or commemorate? On September 11th, 2 years ago, Jim was diagnosed. In our country, it is a hard date to forget. This year, September 11th is the Moscow Mountain Madness Run. As of last year, it is just a run, not a mountain bike race. There were rumors of renaming the run after Jim. Jim wasn’t a runner. I said “no.” The man already has a trail, a science award, and new and upcoming groover named after him. Enough. Too many anniversaries, enough memorials.
I have to find a window of time this summer where the snow has melted from Nick Peak before it starts snowing again to spread the last of Jim’s ashes. I will save a wee bit for the grand opening of the PCEI groover. He will be the first deposit, and it will be my last.
So…for those of you that wondered. The 8 month anniversary has been cancelled. Not due to lack of interest, not due to lack of love…just due to the distractions of all that this life still has to offer.