August. If I were to ever write a book, it would end in the month of August.
August. I'm reflecting the last day will always be our wedding anniversary. We won't ever divorce, we are each others' soul mate. Nothing will change that. Grow old with me the best is yet to be.
August. The month begins with the anniversary of my dad's death. I know the date. It isn't insignificant. I lost my father. But, it was also the day my dad's five years of sadness of losing his wife finally ended. That is more significant than my own loss. My parents were united. Until death did they part
August. The 29th day will always be the day my mother died and I became a motherless child.
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