It almost escaped me.

All day long, the date has been bothering me. Sept. 22. Why is this date stuck in my mind?

Maybe because it's the official start of fall.

Or, as I just realized as I shot up and out of bed, maybe because it's his birthday.

Happy birthday George. I don't think you'll even know how much you are still a part of my life, ten years later. And I'm quite glad for that.