I am another person, who thought that I would always, ALWAYS remember the 10th as THE DAY I lost my Kenneth. For thirteen months, that was true. For thirteen months, I counted down his final week, thinking about those last few days, and mourning his loss all over again.
Then, something changed. This month marked the fourteenth month, since he died. For the very first time, I did not spend each and every day, counting down and obsessing over his final week. Yesterday came and went, and I don't remember consciously thinking about it at all. In fact, it wasn't until I read your post, that I realized yesterday came and went, without me really noticing and without my life coming to a halt.
Honestly, I think that leaves me with some conflicting emotions of my own. A part of me is glad, that I am reaching a point, where his death is not so prevalent in my thoughts. Another part of me is sad, that I am moving forward and leaving him behind.