This is how the year feels.
January is when my second mom was born.
February is when my two cousins were born.
April is when my mom died. And when Grampa was born.
May is when a sister was born. And a nephew.
June is when a sister was born. And a niece.
July is when my second mom died. And when my mom was born.
July is when a sister was born.
August is when a sister was born.
September is when my Gramma died. And when my father was born, apparently.
October is when my Grampa died. And when my Gramma was born.
It makes sense why people have children.
It changes the calendar.
Trying to remain in the black with your grief:joy ratio.