I dread August. Stan would have been 77 on August 10th. He will be gone 13 years August 31, 2025. It’s the same feelings that creep up slowly every year. A sadness that I have to talk myself out of. A down in the dumps feeling that comes out of nowhere and you wonder what is happening. Then the calendar reminds you what day is coming. Holidays, birthdays, Anniversaries and everyday will never be the same without him. A no truer statement, I would rather have loved and lost than to never to have loved at all. I miss you.
