Long Days of Summer
Recently, I had been trying to figure out why I spend the end of July through August in a deep depression. The only thing that pulls me out of it is my birthday in September and then I am just fine until the end of July rolls around again. There was something about this time of year that has left me in tears, something I couldn’t put my finger on. There are some things I had tried to push back in the corners of my mind, while things I need to remember escaped me. August 4 th is one of those things that every year an alarm would go off in my head but since I couldn’t place the date, I just pushed it out of my mind and moved on. Eric’s dad’s birthday is August 5 th , so for a while now I figured that I was just confusing his birthday for another important date. This year I remembered why this time of year gets to me the way that it does. I don’t know how my memory was triggered. I think it was perhaps how close we came to losing my mama. I think it was the hours spent in the hospi