Today would be Rick's 77th birthday if he were still alive.
Meanwhile in San Francisco, today is the day of the Pride Parade. For every year except for the 2015 we hit every one.
I was thinking about it all day, and about we managed to have a good time even at the 2014 one in which our day was shorter because Rick wasn't feeling 100% well. It was really sad to think about especially since in 2015 I displayed gallows humor as he was getting a bath and I noted he was getting a spa treatment for his birthday. At that point he was progressively shutting down and the apartment felt more like the departure lounge than anything else.
I will probably think more about it over the next two weeks.
There are other stories, but I will save them for future posts.
