Fuck April 15th in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

April 15 is the one year anniversary of the death of my grandmother. We all know how well that turned out for me, I’m still trying to deal with the consequences of that whole situation. I still have nightmares about my aunt and uncle, and having to see them again in my grandmother’s hospital room.

It’s been a hard year and there hasn’t been a single day in it that I haven’t fought to retain some iota of meaning to my life.

And then the day arrived, and we had to put down my dog. He was very old and couldn’t swallow because it caused him too much pain. I couldn’t watch another death by slow starvation and thirst, so we had to take him in to be put down. On the same day.

So for the rest of my life, I hate April 15.