The beginning of August has always been a starting month for me. I keep pushing myself to be better every August. I am certain of that. Could it be the range of days that I was conceived? A strange DNA memory?
Today is the First day of the rest of my life.
Reading my previous blog post, I start to remember Dave. I rub my arm and tears accumulate on my face. I miss him so much.
And ofcourse, Mr. RoccoMan
