I almost named this one anniversaries part 2.  Jesse would have been 37 this past Saturday. I posted on my Facebook wall the day prior how much I hated anniversaries. Well, it may have said how much I fucking hated anniversaries, but details. I was with some friends the week prior,  and one of my dearest was having her 50th birthday party this past Saturday. She and her husband both asked if I was coming.  All I had to reply was that it was Jesse’s birthday, and they nodded, gave me a squeeze, knowing that I needed to be alone. Continue reading →