I had hoped this was the year to move on. The year not to participate in the memory and remember that life is life. Easier said then done. We went out, we enjoyed the evening as friends pretending it's any other night. Because it could be. But in NYC you cannot forget, let alone move on. We are all attached and perchance you forgot - just look Up. Remember. I'm not saying we need to forget but it would be wonderful to not have to remember. But we wish that on a lot of memories and no matter how hard you try, no such luck. This is life. This is NYC. This is the memory of a beautiful day so incredibly similar to today it's made even harder as we try to just live. I biked, I fished on the pier in the sun, and tried to forget. No such luck.