Maybe because I came home to no power.
Maybe because we had no power for eight days.
Maybe because once power was restored, it took days to resettle into life.
Maybe because the drama never seems to end around here.
Maybe, maybe, maybe--they're all valid reasons why I forgot, why I let the day pass without commemorating it in some way, why, after 26 years, the first thing I did not think of on November 9th was, "Brian's dead 26 years."
But I did forget. Until today. And it makes my stomach hurt even if I know it's worse to hold on than it is to let go.