I dislike using the word anniversary to describe it.  It's been six years since my Mom died.  Six years to the day.  I won't say that broke me - I think I broke before that, but it certainly didn't help.  I suppose I feel lucky in a way.  I had injured myself nearly a year previously and was on painkillers for the aftermath of my Mom's death.  It didn't make things easier, really, but it bought me some time.

That's all we all have, I suppose.  It's something I sometimes have plenty of.

- Jim