12 Jan 2006.
On the 12th of January 2007, I thought about doing something special to memorialize.
I ended up taking a brief nap around the time she died.
On the 12th of January 2008, I thought again about doing something special to memorialize.
I ended up working, instead, IIRC... but had a narcoleptic episode at about the time she died.
On the 12th of January 2009, I know I was in the office, I knew when it was coming up, and I took a moment to pray around 4:00. I woke up with a start at 4:30.
Today, I stayed home from work. I had to deal with the place being inspected.
I was online, working on things, and didn't notice what was happening. I woke up at 4:30.
It's always dreamless. I don't remember what happens in that dark interim.
But I increasingly think I'm visiting, or being visited. There's a change in my emotional state after each time.