The Month of March

Today is March 1st. Since 2011 I have found March to be a month of dread. A reminder of loss. The month that took my son, dad and mama.

It is 2018. It is a new year. It is time to stop dreading a month. Each year consists of only 12 months. It doesn’t seem right to wish one of those months away.

I still miss my Joe, dad and mama. I am sure that if they were here they would tell me to move forward. They would say that each day is a gift and should be celebrated. No room for dreading a day or a month.

So, this month is going to be a month of celebration for me. I am still here. I am still on this earth and rejoice in each day is what I will do.


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