16 years to the day, 7 November 2002 and for most of those years we've gone out for a meal.
I imagine many other do this but sometimes it has felt a bit like a charade but this is really about my daughter, who started the whole thing.
6 November 2003 and my wife told her tomorrow was one year since my bleed and tomorrow we'd go out to celebrate. I remember the look of confusion, cogs working and then "It's because you didn't end up in a box on a table".
She was 7 and that really brought home what it had been like for her, so we meet this afternoon to celebrate in Leeds.
Sometimes I feel some sadness that she doesn't remember 'me' but perhaps we are celebrating me, it gets a bit complex.