Hannibal, MO My mom and I left for Hannibal MO one night after work, the night sky had already taken hold—it was a cool winter evening that was trying to give way to spring. It was the weekend of the two-year death-versary of my dad. Is that a traditional term for the day someone dies—probably not but a little bit of comedic relief helps to deal with my grief. That weekend is still a bit difficult for mom and me, after two years it is still fairly fresh. We travel that weekend as a way to remember him together and as a way to keep ourselves pre-occupied, so we are…