May.
It used to be my favourite month of the year. Not just because it is my birthday month, but also because it is spring and everything is new and fresh and it just brings forth a positive vibe. The grass is growing, the flowers are blooming, and the weather is warmer.
Now I dread spring, and I dread May.
It is the time of the year that is now full of sadness and tramatic memories. Memories that I both cherish and dispise.
Two years ago, I knew that Hunter was not doing that well, but I didn’t know that less than a week later I would have to say goodbye. We had a few close calls, but he always came around.
This time we were not so lucky. This time we had to say goodbye. This time my heart broke. Now this time of year is no longer my favourite. I am miserable and angry at everything.
I wish that for the month of May I could disappear and not have to face the world.
My Little Acorn 