So... evidently anniversaries are a big deal to my body, to my emotions, even if I am consciously avoiding thinking about it, and I get a little wrecked until I can pinpoint what the fuck is happening.

I'm working on it.  Really, this time.

Today, a year ago, I stood at my best friend's side and watched her marry the love of her life.  Another friend handed me a tissue as I walked back down the aisle.  Always knew I'd be her maid of honor.  Matron of honor.  Didn't think it'd be like this.

I miss her so much.