March, March, March.
What a month it has been.
March was a busy but productive month.
A month of feeling on the go and rushing all the time.
Constantly saying there's not enough time and I need more than 24 hours.
A month of grieving mixed with a little bit of healing.
Still asking myself why Mike isn't here.
Grief is such a strange thing.
A month of being brave and just "going for it."
Finding myself holding onto encouraging words.
A month of hoping and wishing.
A month of exploring new things.
A month of laughter with family and friends.
A month that felt never-ending but went by so quick.
A month that I am grateful for.
Thank you, March.
You were a difficult month, but not as much as usual.
And for that, I am thankful.
So long, March.
Hello, April.
I'm glad you're here.
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