The event that has been so prominent in Cory and my minds' today is the anniversary of Mary's death. Three years ago. I can't believe it's been three years. In some ways it feels as if her death - and life - were lifetimes ago. Accalia says she doesn't remember her, and Cole definitely doesn't. That was one of the most heart-wrenching parts of thinking about life after Mary, that she would no longer be in the hearts or minds of the kids. I see it in different ways, though, even if the kids don't realize it without us mentioning it. The other day Accalia was explaining to Cole how she knows the things she cooks are good: I just taste it with my eyes. We would groan in partly mock frustration when asking Mary about a dish she made and the measurements of the ingredients. "Oh, I don't know. I just add things until it looks right" was her reply. Tonight, out of the blue, Ella reached for the picture of Mary we have in the living room, motioning for me to bring it to her.

While Cory was in Mitchell with his brother and dad, Myron told him that things with Bev probably would not go on much longer. Bev broke her leg this past summer and apparently became extremely pushy about the two of them getting married. Myron said that he doesn't want to get married again, that his life is good right now, and that Mary was the only woman he's wanted to marry. I think this is just what he told Cory - probably different wording with Bev. Neither Cory nor I will be heartbroken to see his relationship with Bev end, truth be told.

The kids and I watched The Wizard of Oz tonight on TBS. My brothers and I would do that every year when we were growing up. We'd always need a snack of Cracker Jacks, too. Not sure why, but those two things are forever connected in my mind.

Accalia wants to play games on the computer, so off I go.