The last couple years, I have noted, (as opposed to celebrated), to myself and in this blog, the anniversary of my brother's death. As of now and from this year on, I want to remember March 06, 2005 since that is the last day that I talked to Peter.

Thinking about the actual day, (03/07/05), when I must have called dozens of times to an unanswering phone, or the day after, (03/08/05), when Peter's son called me and I became One with Flip Dowd, are painful and need no further remembrances by me.