I just realized I completely forgot Thomas' angel day on Sunday.
When he first died I counted the weeks until eventually they blurred, stretched and turned into long, sad months. But I remembered the 9th of every month. His angel day - the day he was born and the day we knew he would soon become an angel.
But this time I totally forgot.
And now I'm suffocating in guilt and shame. I forgot.
Oh Thomas, please know that I could never, ever forget you even though I forgot your 13th angel day - never, never, never.