It’s here…the month I’ve dreaded every year, for several years now. As hard as I try to put on a happy face and remember the good times…as everyone instructs me to do…it’s not easy.
I lost my Granny on May 22nd of 1999…the Friday going into Memorial Day weekend. She was 88 years old, and had been a big part of my life. She continued to live in Illinois after my Granddad passed when I was very young. But, every summer she’d travel to spend the summers with us. She, my mom, and I did everything together in the summers. We were like the Three Musketeers. My dad worked out of town during the week doing road construction, and my older brother was in the local Drum Corps. traveling and competing in the summertime. So it was just mom, Granny, and me. So much fun was had!
I lost my amazing mom 11 years…almost to the day…after my dear Granny. May 28th of 2010…also the Friday going into Memorial Day weekend that year. She was only 68 and had fought a difficult battle toward the end with her heart. One of the most giving hearts in the world, and it just couldn’t give any more.
I lost my best K9 buddy, Nugget, to leukemia on May 2nd of 2012. Just two years after losing my mom. It was almost more than I could take. Nugget and I had a special bond that I had never experienced with any dog before. Even a stronger bond than I had with his brother, Comanche. It was like we were one soul. He understood me better than anyone or any pet ever had.
So May is here…I will get through it again, just like in the years past…but I know it won’t be easy. I’m just going to try my best to remember the love, laughter, and happy memories…there are an abundance of those.