In which the one-year anniversary of Sly's death passes and Primo and I don't even think about it until our niece posts something on facebook

Primo: Oh! It's the anniversary of my dad's death.

Me (doing the math in my head): Oh yeah.

Primo: Ted posted something on facebook about it.

Me: What on earth did he post?

[I don't see anything Ted posts because I have him blocked. I do not want to be friends with Ted, either in real life or online.]

Primo: Some dumb sentimental thing.

Me: Ah, right. Ted didn't actually live with your dad.

Primo: And my niece sent me a message.

Me: That was nice! She is such a great kid.

Primo: Am I supposed to call people?

Me: About what?

Primo: About my dad's death.

Me: What?

Primo: Am I supposed to call people today to talk about my dad?

Me: No! No! Not if you don't want to. And even if you did, it would flow the other direction - you are the most grieved person, in theory, so other people should call you. You do not call them. You don't have to. But your nieces's text was really nice.