Last year the month of September really sucked.
I recently got to spend three days with my daughter, which was GREAT, so that so far, this year, September just sucks (note the absence of "really").
It's easy to understand why (birthdays for Tori, my son and my Dad all fall in September, as well as my wedding anniversary) but the depth of my sadness still takes me by surprise.
Things, in general, are less intense for sure but so many special dates in the same month seems to just amplify the issues related to grief that I've been dealing with for the last 14 months.
There's one big difference this year, however... I know I'll get through it.
I know I'll get through it.