It's always a weird month. I write it poems and hand written letters because just about every bad anniversary we have is in August, oh and mine and Dean's birthdays.

August 8th  - 9 years since adoption of Bradshaw fell through, his mom changed her mind.

August 10th - My 48th birthday

August 11th - 17 years since Evangeline was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes.

August 15th - Dean's 43st birthday

August 29th - 10 years since hurricane Katrina

August 29th - 3 year since the tree fell on our house and tried to kill us during hurricane Issac.

 And this year Evangeline will go off to college on August 14th.


  Birth of dreamers
Death of lonely
Birth of lovers
Death of leavers

 Birth of pain
Death of dreams 

Birth of shots
Death of pancreas
Birth of plans
 Death of lands 

Birth of help
Death of homes
Birth of Swindlers
Death of truth
Birth of spin doctors
Death of blindness
Birth of strength
Death of walls
Birth of Heart
Death of emptiness

 Birth of birth of birth  
Death of death of death

And in between.

This is August.


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