24 degrees this morning and we awake to a hard frost. My car is now in its garage so I just need to start and go when I leave for the pool in a few minutes. I'll have a shorter swim today, then a longer one tomorrow; I've swapped days off to have a longer holiday.
Daniel continues to be on my mind. He inhabits a little corner there and comes to the forefront as we go through this first year without him. I'll stumble across something I know he'd enjoy or that I'd be sending email to him about. I'll think about him dancing slightly awkwardly, but always with an enormous grin on his face. That's one thing I know we shared -- that intense joy that dancing brought and brings us. And of course, Thanksgiving. In years when we didn't go to Manhattan, we often ended up at Daniel's house, surrounded by parts of his birth and acquired family. Graham might be there, perhaps a sister and her family, and always a quirky assortment of delightful others. The chaos that accompanied his preparing a large meal was blessedly different from that of my own birth family's chaos. I took a lot of comfort from being part of his family, as I know many people did. I miss him and sometimes my memories bring me a smile rather than a tear.
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