It is almost the month that I lost my brother. Always in July the air turns thick and hot, my breathing gets more shallow, my heart races and sleepness nights continue. I hate this time of year more than any other. I feel like someone is kicking me when I am already down.
Tags: Hot Air
my month of dread has always been december, I lost two uncles and my grandma all in december… one uncle and my grandma the same day one year apart… the other uncle 3 years later on what would have been the others uncles birthday….. Now it will be september and december…. It is horrible and oppressive.