Today…45 years ago

I remember everything. Well, I remember with 45 years of tears and anger and love. I was 16, and my whole life crashed. My father died. He was 53.
In December of that year, I cried for a different reason. David Cassidy brother Shaun’s father died and I would survive because they would survive this loss. It’s sad and guilt filled and you remember only the good, well you try.
The hole in my heart has been patched over and over. It hardly hurts at all.