September is probably the toughest month out of the year for me. It has been like this for more than 25 years. September does not only hold a day of grief for all of the country because of what happened on September 11, but two days later on September 13, I am hit twice by having lost two people very close to me, exactly five years apart. I feel like these are endless days of mourning, grieving, remembering lives lost. I only think of September as a time when life was cut way too short for so many.
