Today, the 28 February, is 17 years since my dad died. Every year, on this day, I speak to my JW mum on the telephone, just to say Hello mum, I know this isn`t your favourite day.
Every year that passes, she tells me that, every morning on this date, when she wakes, she tells herself that today is just another day, there is nothing special about it.
Well, today I told her that today WAS special. The sun and earth were in the same place, the season was the same. She told me then that the trouble with being a JW was that you just were never allowed to grieve, and , oh, if only she could have just be left to grieve for a while.
Englishman.