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What are some of the feelings and experiences you associate with August? Anniversaries, birthdays, etc... or just the heat (if you are LUCKY enough to have it where you are, LOL), things that others are doing... things you USED to do together.
Let us know...and pop back in to see how others with strong feelings about August are doing!
So sorry, Peg. Thinking of you and the boys today.
Permalink Reply by Par4 on August 17, 2011 at 4:01am I'm an August birthday too. This will be my 3rd one without him. He used to get me really crummy gifts. But he always got me beautiful flowers. How I'd love to recieve one of his crummy gifts. Also my dad died on my birthday. My birthday sucks! :*(
Permalink Reply by Tommi on August 20, 2011 at 8:01am
Permalink Reply by Tommi on August 23, 2011 at 3:54pm It has been a sad day. I am just trying to get through and get to the end of the day. We did have an earthquake that certainly broke the day up : ) It was a very scary experience and one that I did not enjoy dealing with on my own. Alas, that is the way it is.
I noticed on Sunday that I was taken off the prayers and concern list at my church. It was three months since my husband died so I guess people are expecting me to "get over it and move on".
Permalink Reply by wings2fly on August 22, 2011 at 1:27pm August is my birthday too.
Several years ago, I thought I would like to try zip-lining (You know, where you dangle from some ropes attached to a cable over a canyon) for my 60th birthday (what was I thinking??). I turned 60 in 2010, when my husband was very ill with terminal cancer and I was his caregiver. So I thought, that's okay, I'll just do it some other time.
2011: My dear husband passed May 5th. We had anniversarys in June, (wedding and his birthday). It was difficult, but I did manage to get through those dates.
So my daughter remembered that I'd planned to go zip-lining on my 60th, and decided to treat me to it this year, my 61st.
Frankly, I didn't really care to do it now, but my daughter seemed to think it was just the thing to do, so off I went to Vancouver Island, where she lives.
Zip-line day. I somehow zipped only 3/4 of the way to the end, and there I was, just hangin' in 'til the worker (poor young lady) could come out, hook me up to her, then manually haul me over to the end platform. I wanted to give her a great big bear hug but just thanked her profusely.
There was no joy in the event, I must admit -- no dear husband to share it with. And as I was dangling there, I thought, "go ahead, just drop me in the water, I don't care". But of course I'm glad I didn't end up in the river, as it would have been a shock to all others there, especially my poor daughter, who was next in line for the zip.
Maybe some other year I can 'enjoy' it. Perhaps, in memory of him, I'll bring a red rose to drop halfway across.
That's what he always got me for our special occasions.... Red Roses. Gee, I miss him.
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