As June comes to an end I breath a sigh of relief. I’m conflicted about this month and the events that have occurred during June throughout my life.

The absolute best day of June, ever was the 12 June 1991 when my first child, my eldest son, came into the world. Years before, my father passed away towards the end of June, nearly on the darkest day, the shortest day and the longest night. Every year I am reminded of both, in a unbalanced symphony of emotions.

As another kick in the pants, a few years ago, a woman my children loved, passed away on my son’s birthday. I can’t tell you the emotions that come around every time the calendar kicks over into June. This year a friend left this world, during this month of conflictions, and then a special little girl celebrated her first birthday.

Every year, every month, things will happen to cause us to smile, cry, or throw things in anger. It’s okay to feel, to experience emotions. I’m looking forward to July. I’d high hopes for June, but as I dust the disappointments of the month off my bare feet, the next month looms, full of excitement, fresh plans, and more words.