... of the accident. It still saddens me, I miss my old life. But enough time has gone by that some of it seems to belong to another person, another lifetime. Even reading the second anniversary post feels odd, like it is now buried under layers of survival and acceptance and moving on. I saw my old house on Halloween, I parked across the street from it, as I do every Halloween. This year, I noticed the new owner changed the garage door, and instead of being really sad, I thought, the door looks so much better than the old one.
