I hate the first week of July

July 3: Would have been my great-grandmother’s 106th birthday

July 4: Gram has been gone 15 years

July 5: Uncle Stan (my great-grandmother’s brother) would have had a birthday. I think he was younger. Sad to say I can’t recall and there’s no one left to ask.

I have so much love and pride and sadness and regret around each. This is a hard week. And it never really gets easier.

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