It is almost here . Again. And I hate it. I also hate that I hate a day . I know it does not make sense. This September 1 will be eight years that my father has been gone. I miss him every single day. I mourn the fact that Ladybug will not get to know him, and that Monkey has already forgotten just how awesome he was. He could do anything. I love him , so much.
I don't mean to write such a depressing post, really. I want it to be happy and light. Every year around this time, I start feeling the dread that I know is coming. I don't want my students to see how much it bothers me, and I don't want to spend the day crying. I just miss my daddy.
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