Just a bit of finishing up on this day. I mentioned I went to the pharmacy. When I said, “There should be a prescription ready for me,” John, the regular clerk who knows me by name, said, “For you, or for Mrs. Cortesi?” and I realized they didn’t know.
Thing was, I was in there picking up something for Marian, it seemed like every single week from May to December last year. Well, maybe not quite that often, but her prescriptions were many. Cancer is like that. Anyway, I realized that John didn’t know she was gone. So I said, “You ought to know, she passed away, in December.” And damned if my throat didn’t close up on me. I still can’t say that sentence out loud to another person without my voice breaking. Not like it’s fresh news.