Except where birthdays are celebrated according to the Islamic calendar, death anniversaries are commemorated also. According to the misri calendar, today is my father's second death anniversary. And two months later, in August, will be the one that will really hit me. Tomorrow night, there's a dinner to commemorate the occasion, where people will come and offer their condolences (yet again) and talk about all the things my father once did for them. (We're still shocked by the number of things my father did for people we didn't even know). And I will stand there, a little withdrawn, a little stilted, wondering how to deal with all these people who think they can share my pain.
Two years, two seconds. The memories are still as fresh as the pain that accompanies them.