The Longest Day of the Year
Today was DST (daylight savings time), the longest day of the year, when we get back the hour that was stolen from us in the spring. It seems like you get an extra hour, but for me, I used most of that hour to first figure out how, and then, set all the clocks back– a task that had exclusively, always been Mark’s. They make it seem like you should be happy that you get an extra hour of sleep; however, I walk around in a daze on this day and I’m totally confused when it gets dark earlier than usual. Anyway, I always felt that DST was a nuisance rather than an advantage. This DST I decided to use to my advantage. So, I stayed inside for the entire day. I decided to hibernate; the only human contact I had was either through phone calls, texts, emails, or facebook, and I tried to keep them short. I hardly watched TV. Instead, I read the letters I had written to Mark in a journal that I began 5 months after he died. It was the only thing I could write at the time because I needed...