July

It's July.

July can never arrive without my thoughts turning to Jeff, my friend who died in Iraq in 2003. I think of him often.

Whenever I'm going through a hard time, I will inevitably have a dream with Jeff making an appearance as a comforter, a source of reassurance and reminder to keep going, to not give up.

I am grateful for this gift he gives me.

Perhaps this is why I've been sad--at least partially--the past couple days.

I just needed to acknowledge this here.