The traditional gift for a first anniversary is paper. That's for married couples, of course; not for deaths of loved ones. And yet it seems fitting. Paper bore so many words of comfort to my family and me. Paper was the medium on which his death certificate was printed. And someday, I hope to publish this blog in a book made of paper. It hardly bears mentioning that I have learned a lot this year, both about grief and about myself (and I'll admit that those two things are at