A week... four years ago -- was the last week of your life.
Thank God you always lived as if it was the last week...
I could learn something, if I weren't so damm pissed off.
I hate that you died now -- why not some other time, like when you were 110, not 30.
Also, the timing in the year fucking sucked. A few days after my wedding anniversary, the day after Thanksgiving, a week before Shirly's birthday and two weeks before mine. I try not to let it cloud the season, but it is hard to be happy when the season itself reminds me you are gone.
Also -- if you talk to Mark, tell him I want your portion of Grandma Glad's china.