I hate this day. I hate it.
August 24, 2009 was the worst day of my life. I highly doubt that that could be changed.
But, here’s the deal. I have dreaded it for weeks. I’ve tried to figure out a strategy for survival and have worked myself into a frenzy about it. I woke up this morning with this strategy in mind:
I’m done giving in to this day. I’m sad today, but I’m always going to miss Sawan, today doesn’t need to be different. I refuse to let this day win. I refuse to let this day take the joy of my memories of my husband from me. I’m making August 24th my bitch.
YES. A thousand times, yes. This day needn't be any different, and certainly should not steal your joy, your GOOD memories. I love you so much.
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