i understand that death & loss are all a part of life. but i don’t understand why it always falls in the same period of time for us. always in november. next year, i’m skipping the entire month. all of it. nothing in this life is permanent. no emotion is constant. no matter how strong we are, we’re all fragile at times. brand new tonight. the cure tomorrow. letting music...
Every year it’s the same thing - November marks my least favorite time of the year. The month that fills me with enough anxiety over one day, that in return I hate the entire 30 day period. Really, by now I should be able to see it as just another day. But today represents too much. It represents an end of over four years of watching him suffer and taking care of him; it represents the end...