August is a very rough month for me emotionally. Every year when it rolls around, if not consciously at first, on a subconscious level I begin to grieve. I grieve for the loss of my beautiful sister who passed away tragically in a car accident. I grieve for my beautiful niece, who at the age of 2 lost her mother and now calls me “mommy.” I grieve for my baby who was 3-months old who not only lost her vivacious auntie but also lost the mommy that she had grown accustomed to.
