It worries me because it is the month he died.

It worries me because the year went by so fast. (except January)

Will I be okay on the day?

I don’t know.

On the 21st he’ll have been gone a year.

Will I be okay by myself?

I don’t know.

All I know is that I have to put one foot in front of the other and go forward.

I’ve done a lot in this year.

I bought a house, sold a house.

Made my new place my home.

Made new friends.

Kept in touch with old friends.

As this month moves on, I find I have no idea how it will affect me.

Sure, there will be some tears.

But I worry most about being alone that day.