Yesterday was the first anniversary of Jett’s death. I knew it was going to be a difficult day so I didn’t make any plans (except for the 6-month cataract surgery checkup – all good – which happened to fall on the same day). But I wanted to keep busy and, coincidentally, the task next on my To Do list was digitizing the last batch of Jett’s photos, found under my bed this summer.
Another 1,700 photos, raising the total number of Jett’s photos digitized to over 7,500.
Last night, after the digitizing was finished, I called her sons and siblings, to catch up, to commiserate and to get their current addresses. I will send thumb drives with those photos to each of them.
An appropriate, if sad, anniversary.