I used to put little worth in marking the calendar with beginnings (or endings) of things, but now I wish I’d paid closer attention. I forget sometimes how long my partner and I have been together. I have no idea how old the dog is. I can’t remember when I moved out of my childhood home, or what year it was that my grandfather died.
This year, I’ve been trying to make an effort to write everything down in our wall calendar, like my mother does. She updates things with the years since on her own calendar, every year (9 yrs in this house today). It’s not so much the celebrating of them that is important, but that I DO SOMETHING to make the year-mark stick in my memory. So much of my life thus far is a jumble, and I’m starting to blur the series of events as a whole.
Long story short… I celebrate them in my own little way, but it’s not the celebration that’s important, but the cementing of important chronological facts into my memory.