Yes, there are days that should not be forgotten. I My memory is unstable though; and whatever happens to me tend to leave not a specific day behind. I excuse myself arguing that the date is irrelevant, as long as we remember - remember what we did, remember what it meant to us. A poor excuse, some might say, but still one excuse nonetheless. The memories are unspoiled, and I expect them to remain so for a long time. The meaning is still there, along with the memories. So now, a bit late as ever, when all is said and done and resentment has long since given way to peace, all I can hope for is that it hasn't been in vain. It hasn't for me. It has never been in vain.