Surfing the Inner N8

Isn’t it weird how some dates stick in your head?  September 18 is one of those days for me.  It was 18 years ago today that I lost my first grandparent.  My mom’s dad was Herman Robbins, though we called him “Pa-Pa” (pronounced “Paw-Paw”–it was Texas, what do you expect?).  It’s strange to think that was 18 years ago, and I was only 15 at the time.  He’s been gone longer than I’d been alive when he died.

Seems like nearly every other day is a reminder of something or someone: a birthday, a wedding anniversary, the anniversary of a death, a holiday, the date of a national disaster, or some other significant event.  I guess that’s one good thing about our calendar system–it helps us to remember those who have gone before us.