Another month is passing. We're creeping into March.
March, the month we lost her. The year before, the month we lost my dad.
I've spent a lot of time lately thinking about this time last year. The last weeks we had together as a family.
And then I force myself to stop thinking about it. The sadness, the guilt, the missing. It's too much sometimes.
March. I want it to come, but only so I can move past it. F you, March.