August 1st, as many of you know, is not a great day for me. It's the day my father passed, back in 1995. Hard to believe it's been twenty-seven years since that happened.
August is not a great *month* for me. On the 2nd, in 1979, my little sister, Heather, died when her heart, with it's unclosed prenatal holes and faulty valve, stopped beating
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