You hit me the hardest in all my years on earth. It’s the last day in August I don’t feel lighter or better. The way I feel about you now and will feel about you in years to come is not any fault of yours neither is it mine, but you now hold a date i always have to remember. Usually, I would get excited about saving dates on my calender but this one brings tears to my eyes. Painful tears because even if I decide not to save the date, it will forever be etched in my mind, soul, heart, body….every part of me. Dear August, you started out…