July equals grief for me.

I’ll never be able to change it.

I lost my grandma and I watched my grandbaby be birthed lifeless. (I can’t imagine, many things worse).

It’s also the month of my grandpa‘s birthday and now that he is gone, it’s not a happy thing, it’s a missing thing.

I hate “missing” things.

I hate this month and I wish I could erase it forever.

Never again, July: I hate every letter, and I hate the letters that form it’s meaning, I hate every time I hear it and every representation of it, I hate even trying to type it, to be honest.

Grief is weird, it’s quirky and mysterious.

Grief, while I may not be able to overcome you, all of the time. I will recognize you!

Because, when I don’t… I know that’s when you have the most power.

You will not have the last word!

I will overcome! – as many of us do!

#grief #awareness #growth