March is definitely my least favorite month…
On March 16, 1976 – just nine months after I graduated from high school, my mom passed away.
I was so lost…
My children never got the chance to meet their grandmother. They never got to celebrate birthdays with her… or get spoiled by her… or pray with her.
I loved hearing her sing hymns when she was washing dishes… or hearing her in her bedroom, praying for her family and friends, and praising God.
Today it’s been 38 years, but I still miss her so much!
On March 18, 1999 – just three months before her son graduated from high school, my sister passed away.
I have another sister, who is ten years older than me, but we’ve never been close – probably because we’re ten years apart, or perhaps because she has never lived close by, so we rarely see one another.
On March 2, 1927, my dad was born. He passed away on October 10, 2012.
So I have three deaths to remember in March.
I’m working on making some new, happy memories to celebrate in March, but it’ll probably always be my least favorite month of the year…