Events that, in the ordinary course of life, would pass by unnoticed and unremarked upon, can come to assume solemn, if pitiful, reminders of the absence of (in my case) a child. You notice lots of things that you would not otherwise notice or pay the remotest bit of attention to.
My son was taken to Japan 941 days ago today – the 1,000 days anniversary will be upon me the month after next, another date that, but for the loss of my son, would pass unnoticed. The last time I saw him was at the security gate at Heathrow’s Terminal 3. I go back to the spot from time to time to retrace some of my son’s last steps on British soil. The airline that flew him one-way to Japan relocates today to the (newly rebuilt) Terminal 2; I wish it wasn’t moving as there goes another link with my son. The plans to redevelop that terminal pre-date my son’s birth. It is another of those sad reminders of not only what has happened but that life goes on and things change all around me – even though my life itself has stood resolutely still, frozen in time as at 20 November 2011.
Update (26 June 2014): Daily Mail article (23 June 2014) of The Queen Opening the Queen’s Terminal: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2665916/Ready-The-Queen-elegant-kingfisher-blue-officially-opens-new-Queens-Terminal-Heathrow.html