When they’re gone, they’re never truly gone. They live on in our memories; our stories. – Anonymous Remember, I’ve nicknamed my mom August for this blog. This post is an introduction to her. This one’s for you, mom! Alright, I gotta get it out of my system… I owe my life to her. I wouldn’t be here without her. In the end, she brought me into this world, and as close as she’s come to taking me out of it, that’s one threat she (thankfully) didn’t follow through on (among others). *shakes* Okay, I think we’re good. No more mom … Continue reading 2. My Mom (August)