One Year

They say the first year after a loved one dies is the hardest. I hope it is true. I've missed her. 

On the morning that she passed I went out to this quiet seating place and just sat. Yesterday, I went again. I do feel better but I still miss her. 

This is what I usually see. Here I am spending my last year in the school. I have a good group of kids, but they talk all the time. 

We are busy all day long and ohhhh, i love it when they go home. 

Happy September....

Hold on to the last couple weeks of Summer...