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