mag7boys | Musing Way Prompt 52: Anniversary

I don't talk about it much. Hell, I don't talk about it at all if I can help it. But here, where I can write the words down and not have to hear them, I think I'll be able to.

Usually, when the anniversary comes around, I get myself so goddamned drunk that I can barely remember my name, let alone their faces, but this year it's different. Josiah told me that it means I'm ready to move on, but I don't like the sound of that, not if it means forgetting about them and starting a new life, but he swears it's not that. He also told me that the first thing I need to be able to do is to talk about them. Even if it's only to myself.

So, here goes everything.

Five years ago today, my wife Sarah and my son Adam died when our house burnt down. No, scratch that. They didn't just die. They were killed. Because of me. And I couldn't even save...

No.

That's not right either. Well, technically, it is, but it's not something I need to continue blaming myself for.

Five years ago today, my wife Sarah and my son Adam died when our house burnt down. I survived. And for the first time ever, I don't hate myself for that.