So, though today is not the anniversary of his death, the day of the walk is always the day I sit back and remember him. He was one of the most generous, kind-hearted men I've ever known. To this day, he is missed.
So between the physical exhaustion of the walk and then chasing after Alicia and her friend for a sleepover that is currently in progress in my living room, and the mental exhaustion from dealing with the memories of Mark, I just want to crash. Thankfully, the kids are all gone tomorrow, as is Craig. I plan on making the most of it.