Two years ago today was my last normal day with Bryon.
It was a Tuesday.
I can tell you that it was the day of the Brussels Explosion but I learned that from Google.
And of course, the 2016 election was going on. But I don’t remember watching the news or talking about it with Bryon.
I probably did mundane things like change my daughters diapers and feed the cat.
I know I worked that day.
I don’t remember what I wore.
I don’t remember driving into work and parking my car.
Maybe I got a French Toast Bagel with plain cream cheese and a medium light roast coffee from Panera for breakfast like I did most mornings.
No clue what I ate for lunch.
I don’t remember leaving work.
I know I must have picked my daughter up from daycare because Bryon wasn’t cleared to lift her yet.
I don’t remember arriving home.
We probably watched some TV that night but I can’t remember what we watched.
I don’t remember what we said to each other before bed.
For the life of me, I can’t remember a single specific about that day.
It was the last normal day of my normal life and I can’t remember a single thing.
I did not know that the very next day, my life would change forever.