August 31, 2008
So here I am, looking back on events that took place thirty years ago or more. My parents are gone, as well as my grandparents, and sometimes, especially in the death days of August, the month when I lost my parents and my grandmothers, life seems like a series of losses and farewells. Despite the grief I feel, losing these people who are still so dear to me, I feel lucky to have known and loved them, and to have been loved by them. I wonder if itís true that as long as you remember someone, they arenít really gone.