June

June is my least favorite month.  Most of the really bad things that have happened in my life, have happened in June.  Two friends died, I should have died, and I found a loved one while they were dying from a suicide attempt.  She didn't succeed.  I'm always on edge during this month.  I try not to worry, but the doom and gloom have a habit of sneaking back in.  I try to keep my family and friends nearby.  Unfortunately, that's not working so well.  My Mom and a friend are driving to Missouri in two weeks and the day after they leave, I have to put my baby on a plane by herself to fly to Arizona.  I'm terrified.  I'm going to have to ask my dead friends to keep my family safe while they're travelling.  Good things seem to happen when I talk to my dead friends.  Maybe I should do that everyday in the month of June.  Might end up making it a good month.