Janet and I started talking today about the next rally. I think Rob had hoped we’d take a little time off, but I can’t stop. There’s this huge, gaping hole in my life and the only way to fill it up is to try to right the wrong that killed Mike.
It gets harder as our birthday approaches — we always called each other in the morning to sing, “Happy birthday to MEEEE!” We each considered the day our own personal national holiday and pretended that we wanted it to ourselves. I loved sharing my birthday with him. I joked all his life that he could have the birthday when I was done with it. I never really believed he would be gone before he could have it to himself, and I think I’m done with it now.
So, we’ll keep making noise, tying to make sure we can prevent this loss in other families. We’ll be in the Raleigh-Durham area in April, probably in Durham, since that’s where Mike finally found the care he should have had earlier.
Then we’re talking about Providence, RI, in July, since our own events planner, Christina, is there. Then maybe we’ll go back to Savannah in August and Asheville again in the fall.
Of course, our dream is a march on Washington to rival anything that’s been there before. That will come if we don’t see change.
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