Good-bye August. September is all but here. Am I ready for it? Already I plan his birthday. A day for me to grieve and pray and die. One day to feel sorry for me. One day to pity myself for all that I have lost.
Will I stay home, curled in a corner crying?
Will I go to the lake and fish as he would have wanted to do?
What will I do? I know not. Only know that I will be alone with my Tommy on that day. I will not pretend to be happy. Laughter will not be forced or feigned.
September is coming again. Your birthday love. Our day.