I have to add one more thing, today.
I have noticed that it's the 16th. I've been thinking about it for a few days.
Last year, I noted every month on the 16th. It was the day to recall the exact day that Katie passed away (August 16th, 2007). It loomed, it arose, it came up, every month. It felt important and respectful to mark it.
I haven't forgotten this.
It's just that it comes to me nowadays when it will, and not on a certain day. I don't know what that means, if it means anything.
It doesn't seem to matter what day it is. Every day is a day without her, here.
And I think I will feel some kind of homesick until I see her again, and wrap my arms around her.