All Saints' Day

Yesterday, I asked Bob if he knew what day it was and he answered, "I don't know." So, I gestured around the room which I had decorated for him in jack-o-lanterns and a plastic ghost, but he still didn't get it, so I said, "It's Halloween, silly."

Bob said, "Duh. Happy Halloween!"

And I said, "So you know what that means? That means tomorrow is..." I wanted him to fill-in-the-blank, because tomorrow would be my birthday. Long ago, Bob had told me that he would never forget my birthday because it was so easy to remember, being the day after Halloween.

But Bob said, "I don't know."

So, I coaxed him further, "Today is Halloween and that means that tomorrow is the day after Halloween, which is what important day?"

Bob thought about it for a minute, then, triumphantly said, "All Saints' Day!"

OK, that is true, but...

One year ago today, Bob, while in ICU, extubated himself which is a fancy way of saying he yanked out his own breathing tube and, to everyone's amazement, began breathing on his own.  So today is a good anniversary.

Anyway, happy All Saints' Day to everyone, happy anniversary to Bob and happy birthday to me, even if I'm the only one here at The Pink House who remembers that last one!