Two years ago was a very eventful day, but it is not marked with any sense of positive reminiscence. Although many days melt together in one loathsome pot of something-or-other, and there have been many other days of suffering, I can legitimately say that June 5, 2018 was one of the five worst days of my life.
It was a horrible day. One to lament. One over which to wail.
God, have mercy. God, have mercy.