Drip drip drip. The day of the vacation keeps getting closer, like how water dripping from a faucet gets louder.

It's 1984. I live in Elmhurst, IL. "Let The Music Play" wakes me on my radio.
It's 1993. I live in Mt. Vernon, IA. "Let The Music Play" wakes me on my radio.
It's 2004. I live in Chicago. "Let The Music Play" wakes me on my radio.
It's 2025. I live in the St. Louis area…

So yesterday was the most likely first anniversary of my mother's passing. Officially, the date of death was October 24, but I know she died earlier.Based on what I discovered last year, the 15th was her likeliest date of death.

I keep checking the timelines on 🦋with hope (why?) that it's not a complete mess. I keep getting disappointed. I keep wondering why.

.hsinif ot trats morf sdrawkcab ti daer ,ereh gnihtyreve fo esnes ekam oT !olleH