I really hate August

It was a year on Aug.6th that Marc died ..

Today , Aug 12. it has been 18 years since

my Mom died....

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See why I hate August??

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If love alone could have kept them alive

they would still be here..

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What is life?

It is the flash of a firefly in the night.

It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.

It is the little shadow which runs across the grass

and loses itself in the sunset.

(Native American Wisdom)