Osbasso's post about the 30th anniversary of Mt. St. Helen's blowing her gasket got me thinking about dates that stick with us.
I have two significant dates...that I always recollect. There are other events that I'm aware of the vicinity of their anniversary, and could probably sit down and figure them out if I truly wanted to. But outside of the expected wedding anniversary and children's births, I have two specific dates.
One is when I returned home. We left my father and flew home. And for years we celebrated that anniversary, and our 'freedom.'
The other date is when I left home. It was supposed to be a temporary departure. We expected to be back in two years. It's been two decades.... and the arrival of that date each year makes me a wee-bit low-of-spirit. Especially when I happen upon PBS specials about my homeland.
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