Dates and such

I've always been ridiculously bad at remembering dates. But the worst part is, I always end up forgetting the important dates. My parents are always in the back of my mind and I don't forget the fact that they're not alive anymore, but somehow I can never voluntarily recall their memory on the important days. In the past 7 years since they've been gone I've often found myself thinking of them a day or two before or after their birthdays and anniversary and even their death. Today, 7 years ago, is the day they died, and it took me this long to remember.

I try to tell myself that it doesn't matter if I remember them on purpose on certain days or not, because frankly I'm reminded of some memory of them every single day. But does that justify my forgetting to especially remember them on certain days? No, it doesn't. There is absolutely nothing my parents haven't done for me. They have done everything conceivable so that my sister and I could have the best possible life. I owe the life I have today to them and their sacrifices. And to all my family. And there is no way I can thank them all for it.

Wow. I think that's enough emotion for one post.